Dear editor:

Further to The Love Report section featured in The Lake Report on Feb. 15: I have spent more than 60 summers in Niagara-on-the-Lake, ever since my dad first rented a cottage near Ryerson Park when I was 10 years old.

This little town is where I met many of my oldest friends, where I kissed my first girlfriend, where I laid my parents to rest.

If it’s not my second home, it’s my first.

In all those years, though, one summer stands out.

In 1992, the 200th anniversary of Simcoe Landing, I took my girlfriend Laura in to town to celebrate Canada Day.

As we biked along Niagara Boulevard, I pulled into a vacant lot on the waterfront “to show her the tall ships.”

As Laura gazed out at the beautiful view across the lake, I got down on one knee: “This spot is where I kissed my first girlfriend and this is where I will kiss my last. Will you marry me?”

She said yes!

We were wed nine weeks later, had a son 15 months after that and, 30 years on, I still spend every summer here by the lake with the love of my life.

Dave Glasz
NOTL