Dad's got a camera.
He took it out for a walk along the Mighty Niagara the other day. Check out the Ferry Street bridge. My grandpa's last job before retiring was operating that bridge. I remember very distinctly visiting him and getting to hit the red button that made the thing open up. What a racket the sirens would make!
Also remember being a little bit scared climbing up the (to me) rickety metal circular staircase.