My mother was introduced to my father on a North Cape cruise on the S.S. Bergensfjord in 1926. I had the home-movies put on video. (You'll forget about visiting Banff, or Pasadena for that matter, when you see how pristine those places were then.)

Mom and Dad went on safari to Kenya in 1955. Bruce drove them out to the Masai Mara in a Land Rover; a bottle of gin, one of vermouth and two glasses were in a glass-fronted cage bolted to one side... "In case we get lost," Bruce said.

"What?" my father asked.

"Take out two glasses and start to make a drink - inevitably, someone will come running out of the bush shouting, 'That's not the way to make a martini!'"

Today there are 200 registered vehicles plying those plains.