OUR STAY IN BUFFALO, NY: My brother wasn't home when we arrived late in the evening of April 18. So, we just kicked our boots and relaxed. We were too tired to go back out and eat dinner. I rummaged through the kitchen and found all these Filipino prepared food waiting for us. I know that my brother can't cook, much less complicated Pinoy food. It turned out, he hired a Filipina to cook for us in anticipation of our arrival. And we got in too late for it to be served warm. I called his cell and found out he was on the way home so we just waited for him to have dinner together.

We had great KKK on the dinner table talking about our ailments as senior citizens. My brother is one himself. Our dinner became a long affair from our KKK. I had one restful sleep that evening. We woke up early and went to a diner for breakfast. We were on a roll with our KKK and, fortunately, our waitress was gameand joined in. It made for an enjoyable breakfast.

AT THE BORDER CROSSING: I drove since I knew the way to the Peace Bridge to Canada. We stopped at the Duty Free store before crossing. We asked the store cashier if drinks were cheaper on the US side or at the Duty Free Canadian side on the way back. She told us it was cheaper on the US side. So we bought a few bottles.

We went on and stopped at the border patrol gate. Chug, Ka Roger and BJ handed me their passports to present to the officer. I pulled my driver's id card and handed all our documents together. She returned my driver's id card and asked for my passport. I told her my passport was in my bag at the back and then I checked the photo on my card and told her it looks good enough {driver license is ok as id). Whereupon, I could tell she was looking for an excuse to pull us over. She asked me to roll down the rear window and thereupon she noticed Billy Jack. BJ with his mambrobrocha mustache looked like an arabo. And that made all of us a suspicious looking cell. And so we were pulled over to the custom agents HQ.

The agents asked really stupid questions. Their final question was "what's in Toronto?". It's exactly the question that Alfie Kwong has been writing about in his posting. It's also a question that we hope we'll be able to answer for you as a result of our trip.

ARRIVAL AT ROGIE'S GORGEOUS HOUSE: Rogie'66 lives in the old Chinatown. His townhome is in the only remaining dutch building in Toronto. Being an architectural landmark, Rogie has to preserve the exterior of his home. He gutted the inside leaving only the shell in constructing his new home. The interior is a marvel of architecture and interior design. Everything is proportioned to the size and shape of the building. The 3 floors are connected by a well-placed spiral staircase in the center of the floor, providing for a natural separation between the living room and kitchen/dining areas. A third floor veranda gives a spectacular view of Toronto's skyline. And if Rogie didn't tell us his wife, Tess, decorated the interior, I would have said he hired an interior designer. Homes and Garden would love to have his home on its cover page.

Rogie wasted no time in briefing us of our itinerary. Soon Boy Ilag67, Bobby Palacios '66 and sis Carmelita Salazar '57 joined us. After a few rounds of KKK, Rogie took us on a walking tour of Chinatown and surrounding. Many of the sights we saw in this walk couldn't be described any better than the posting of Alfie Kwong. Then we stopped at Rogie's favorite dim sum place for a late lunch. It was just fabulous.

We retired at Rogie's place, a short walk away, after lunch. We had a bottle of wine while we discussed Otso-Otso.

Next: Tour of Toronto and Night Life in Toronto.