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July 23, 2005


Danny-the New York Word's Fair was 41 years ago. Do you think maybe it might be time to..I don't know...maybe.....GET OVER IT!!

Only you Danny Miller could link a sweet ride with a sweet message of world peace and understanding to Nazi Germany! OY VEY!!!

Other than that, loved your post. I have such great memories of our Disneyland trips-hideous divorce and other various family traumas aside.

Do they still have the scary lady in the crystal ball at Haunted Mansion saying "Come ba-ack, come ba-ack....we're DYING to have you" when you leave? I loved her.

I didn't expect to end that post on such a note, I really thought I was writing a nostalgic love letter to Disneyland. I guess I have issues with the Disney corporate machine after all. (And let's face it, those dolls are EVIL!)

As for the World's Fair, I refuse to discuss my abandonment issues with the favorite child who got to visit every pavilion at the fair and still taunts me with stories of the side trip to Hershey, Pennsylvania. You might as well have told me that you found one of the Golden Tickets for Willy Wonka's factory.

If any Disney employees are snooping around my blog, I want to assure the litigious company that I did not mean in any way to imply that Walt Disney had ties to the Nazi party. After all, he did make the brilliant Donald Duck propaganda piece called "Der Fuhrer's Face." I know that Walt was a true blue American. Okay, perhaps he didn't want Jews working at his studio, but let's forgive him that, shall we?

I also remember my first trip to Disneyworld as a kid. It was an amazing, out of the world experience. I wonder if jaded kids today get the same thrill. When I moved to Los Angeles and went to Disneyland as an adult, the first thing that struck me was how expensive it was -- especially for those coming with a family. I figured for 2x the price of a ticket, I could buy a season's pass. I love Disneyland, but when I went three times in two months, it began to lose it's magical appeal because I began to look for where the secret exits and entrances were and feel bad for the overwhelmed tourists. I spent my last trip with that season's pass just sitting on Main Street reading the LA Times, as if I were at my local Starbucks.

That said, it's been a while since I've been there, and I'm looking to go back -- maybe after the summer crowds...

I still have a few E-Tickets floating around my home. My kids love Disneyland, too much fun.

Oh, my. The Karen Black short film. Gave me the willies, and I remember it at the most odd times, like you.

I think all Karen Black movies give me the willies.

Damn you, Danny Miller. Now that stupid song is in my head.


See, I told you that song was OF THE DEVIL!

As for Karen Black, don't forget her great performances as Rayette Dipesto in "Five Easy Pieces" and scary country singer Connie White in the brilliant "Nashville" (which premiered 30 years ago this month). Hmm, I feel a Karen Black post coming on...

I went on my first roller coaster at Disneyland -- Space Mountain, which is opening up again this month.

I remember that when I got off, I was shaking for two hours after it, couldn't even eat my corn dog, and haven't been on a roller coaster since. Not even splash mountain.

Daaaaammmmmmnnn you, Walt!

My first visit to Disneyland was in the summer of 1957, I was 8 years old at the time. I am a Midwesterner and so you can imagine the excitement I felt when I saw the park for the first time---remember it was only two years old then. I didn't go back until this summer---with my granddaughters---to celebrate the 50th anniversary of my first and only visit up to that time. I was pleased to see the park, neat as a pin---families everywhere---really gave my old heart a jump. I WAS disappointed to see the rocket (was TWA then)in Tomorrowland had shrunk :-D

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