in the land of Disneyland
Sunday, January 31, 2010 at 04:10PM Park and fly, journey south to feel the sun upon our faces, shells on beach, sand in toes then on to Orlando where all roads lead to the Disney empire ...a plastic fantasy like no other and an unbelievably huge infrastructure of people moving devices. Monorails! Ferries! Buses! Trams! All sweeping us into a small city devoted to fictional characters and dreams of perfect yesterdays. A place where one stays for 12 hours to make sure you get your money's worth. The only place it seems where a crush of people in line is not an annoyance. A city line causes grumbles but here everyone is jovial and it made me wonder what is at work. Then it dawns on me that maybe the lack of cars roaming the streets frees people to be more gracious to each other.
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Mr. Maclean, you are a poet. Why haven't you written a book? If you did, and after I read the whole thing a few times, I'd tear out each page, one by one and set fire to each sheet. That's a pyromaniac's hiaku.