My father, quietly romantic, decided to surprise her with a helicopter flight over Niagara Falls and assorted other dining and drinking activities (he had a lot to live up to: on a recent birthday of his Mom surprised him with a snap trip to Greenland).
While they were aloft my mother snapped some pictures, including the one you see here (yes, that is Niagara Falls) and the one of my brother Mike (along for the ride) you all read about here.
Looking at said photo of brother Mike, I was struck with how “Danger Bay” he looked. And the result was the aforelinked Danger Bay, The Next Generation story. In case you missed the sarcasm, or the resulting banter, this story was not true.
Now this kind of mistruth, you would think, probably wouldn’t be all that dangerous. Embarassing perhaps, for those who believed it. But only mildly so.
Presumably, unless there is some exotic new resort in Mexico called Danger Bay, or one of the child actors from Danger Bay commits a crime, or they really do bring back Danger Bay, this will continue to be the case.
And so my brother Mike’s faux role in a new television series will go down in history.
And so I write this item (with, you will notice, copious references to the words Danger and Bay comingled) with hopes that it will rise higher in the heap and serve to erase my prior wrongs.