. . . in NIAGARA FOOLS, doubtless some sort of egregious typographical error for one of the most salient features of America's Northern Border. When I was little, I found the torrents of water cascading over a deadly drop-off to be quite scary, even when separated from the abyss by a thick stone fence with sturdy iron horizontal bars embedded within the masonry. However, a few years later when I had a job washing the windows of tourists shuttle buses in the middle of the night on the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, I would spend my mid-week off days running down the entirely fence-less abandoned trails of a chasm many times deeper than Niagara, seldom thinking twice. This is what happens when a person grows a foot or two taller.
Review of Niagara Fools
