My Dad loved Disney World. Loved. It was how he wanted the world to be: clean, entertaining, friendly, easy to navigate.
He loved all the focus on the Future. We were the only people who stood still on the moving sidewalk to look at the dioramas after Space Mountain. He scoffed at those who didn’t. He didn’t think they were worthy of Disney World.
We didn…
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