The World's Fair.

As usual, our parents were taking hours to pack the great, old steamer trunk, a relic
of a bygone era when we would have been going down to gay, old Montreal from
Toronto by steamship, one assumes.
But finally that old trunk was jammed full of two weeks’ worth of clothing for six
family members. Then it was ceremoniously heaved up on the roof of our new
Ford, and tied down securely for the trip to the World Expo in La Belle Province.
The summer vacation was a normal one at first. Lots of squabbling in the back
seat, my Dad taking wrong turns, my mother complaining about it. Every once in a
while, she would lose her cool and turn around.
She couldn’t really say ‘Don’t make me come back there!’ with any effect, since
we were speeding along the roadway to make up for lost time. So she resorted to
pinching the insides of our thighs, which could be quite painful.
At times such as these, I used to take particular glee in looking her straight in the
eye with no facial expression, as if I were watching TV.
And so it went for hundreds of miles until we crossed the Quebec border and
joined the last, mad dash to the fair city.
But now, dear Reader, we interrupt this narrative to go airborne, where veteran Eye
in the Sky reporter Len Rowcliffe is in the Radio CJAD 800 chopper with the
traffic report.
‘Thanks for the memories, Ross!
‘Well, traffic is brisk along the MacDonald-Cartier Freeway, with families coming
from as far away as British Columbia and parts North — all filled with the promise
of the celebrated World Exposition in Montreal, the City of Saints!
‘The vehicles are moving along at a good clip, accident-free for once and — but
wait! There seems to be some kind of snarl here. We’re going in for a closer look.
‘Yes, I can see it now. One of the cars has a large steamer trunk on the roof and it
has opened — clothes flying out and onto the highway in a constant

stream…skirts, T-shirts, pants, each one sailing through the air at sixty miles an
hour and onto the Freeway!
‘The cars behind it are swerving to avoid them — it’s amazing there hasn’t been an
…the vehicle seems to be pulling over onto the shoulder now…one of the doors is
‘Oh my heavens, he was almost hit that time!
‘He’s avoiding the cars for the moment and picking up underwear, socks, shoes,
you name it…and — he’s still at it now, showing some skill as he weaves and
dodges in the face of what should be certain death, cars everywhere!
‘Now if this isn’t an unbelievable opening to the World’s Fair...and it’ll go down in
the record books! Who in the world would drive down the road at highway speeds
without locking the luggage in???’
At this moment, our extended family was listening to the radio, waiting for us to
arrive from Toronto and make a grand entrance.
My grandfather looked at my uncle in disbelief.
‘It isn’t…it wouldn’t…it couldn’t really be them…could it?’ he said.