I paid my admission, donned my rain coat and headed for the elevator that would take me down to the observation platform at Niagara Falls. I’d done that many years ago as a young lad with my mother, brother and sisters. I remember seeing gazillion gallons of water cascading down with a deafening roar.
Below on the river the Maid of The Mist tour boat picked its way close to the base of the falls. Everyone I could see aboard was also dressed in rain coats. I remembered that experience when everyone watch the falls and a few tried to get some pictures without getting their cameras soaked.
But today was different, the observation gallery was just as packed with tourists, but almost everyone faced away from the falls, arms outstretched holding a smart-phone taking ‘selfies’ with the falls in the background.