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Thursday, May 1, 2025

The Happiest Place on Earth?

Wendall -- every other Thursday

Disneyland provokes strong reactions in almost everyone – they either love it or hate it. 


View from the Blue Bayou Restaurant

A reflection of Sleeping Beauty's castle.


My hero, Carl Hiaasen, not a fan.

And, as much as I was amused and horrified by Carl Hiaasen’s book, Team Rodent, I’m still a baby boomer who grew up on The Wonderful World of Disney, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Dumbo, Lady and the Tramp, Alice in Wonderland, 101 Dalmations and beyond, so there’s still a kid inside whose heart leaps up every time I get close enough to the Peter Pan ride to hear the recurring strains of “You can fly.”  

 

Getting ready to take off on the Peter Pan ride. 

I love that ride so much, that I talked my publisher into creating a cover for my book Fogged Off that is as close as I could get to looking down on the London from those mechanical ships.

 

The closest I could get to that view of London inside the ride.
 

We were lucky enough to visit Disneyland this weekend and it sent me back to pictures of so many times James and I have been there during our marriage and wondering what it is about the tea cups that I love so much.  

 

Heading into Roger Rabbit. 

 
About to take off on Dumbo. 

Only James could look cool in a Mad Hatter hat.

That damn sword just won't come out.


Tea cups.

 
Tea cups.


Tea cups



 
Tea cups, you get the picture.

And again.

Mouse-ear popcorn? Terrifying.

Obligatory trip to see the Cheshire Cat.

Every year.

The thing I noticed most this trip was, despite what must have been an equal number of “blue” and “red” supporters, any differences disappeared the moment anyone spotted Tigger, donned mouse ears, headed into Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, or sported a silly hat.

 

A must.

Try, but don't buy! 
 

A different view of the fireworks.

 

Rainbow!

Plus, there was a rainbow over The Haunted Mansion.

So, maybe there’s hope.

--Wendall