Back in the 80's when I was staying with my father in Rochester, I went to Toronto often to get a big city feel without going to New York. The AIDS epidemic was raging here in the US, so bars and bathhouses were pretty quiet. However, just across Lake Ontario, in Toronto, Canadians were still partying down as if it was the 70s. It was just great to drive for two hours and be in Toronto where the bars and baths were jumping as though nobody had heard of HIV. One time, on Boxing Day, I drove to Toronto to go to the baths. Silly me, I didn't know that the entire country shut down and pulled in the welcome mat on Boxing Day. So, even the baths were closed. I didn't see any alternative but to turn around and drive home. Coming back into the US, the Border Patrol guys were extremely suspicious that somebody would travel to Canada on Boxing day and even more suspicious that I would be coming from Canada on Boxing day. They searched the car, had me come into the office to answer questions. I finally just told them I wanted to visit the gay bathhouse in Toronto, found it closed and turned and came back to the US because there wasn't a thing to do in Toronto.