after an hour in Toronto's bright modern airport, I boared the small plane to Thunder Bay. We arrived at ten p.m. We were a thousand kilometres north of Chicago and it was still winner. I took a cab to the Holiday Inn and slep late after the long flight. My shoulder felt much better in the morning and I ate a good breakfast. I bought a local newspaper which listed the ships in port. The Lucella was at Wharf67, the Manitoba Grein Company.