Disney, Skiing After 50, and Pizza, Lots of Pizza
Hey Friends!
Here’s a follow-up to the podcast from Wednesday about Disneyland. My story was inspired by the article from Margaux Blanchard in SF Gate, which is linked below.
Our family loves anything Disney, especially Disneyland. However, after the last time I was there, I have reservations about it being “the happiest place on earth.”
I was older and had some health issues, and it was also a hot day in Anaheim, which didn’t sit well with me, but I trudged on.
We spent three glorious days with grandkids, kids, and Patti’s sister. At the same time, that was most likely the easiest thing to deal with, as it was more about standing in line and navigating through a nightmarish ton of people. Coming from New York, where rush hour can mean losing one's life on the street, this was worse, and I was afraid, even on a scooter, of being toppled too many times to mention.
Let me back up a bit.
My first foray to Disneyland was when I was seven years old, in about 1961. Disneyland was still new and wonderful to a kid of seven or any age, for that matter.
The lines didn’t seem long to me, although they might have been to our parents, but we were kids; we didn’t care.
Hey, long lines, we could handle it, although we probably complained a little, or maybe a lot; I don’t remember or don’t want to remember, but I do remember how great it was then.
It was a great first trip to Disneyland, California, and the United States.
Back to our regularly scheduled complaint.
I moved to California for good in 2006 and met Patti. She had three kids who took me in as their new Dad. Then the grandkids started coming, and Patti said one day, we need to go to Disneyland soon.
We jumped in and bought yearly passes for everyone. Not that we could afford it, but we figured we’d go a great deal with the grandkids. That was an ominous prediction.
When we went, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was probably as excited as the kids to be back, but little did I know what I was in for.
Needless to say, when I hear about a devotion from others about Disneyland and going back, I get the chills.
This article covers that, I believe.
Read More about 'Toxicity and negativity'
I’m still unsure about California claiming the best pizza in the country, but this article could prove me wrong one day. As for now, I still miss a Good New York, New Haven, or Boston pizza. I even miss a deep-dish Chicago pizza once in a while.
Read More about California Pizza Winning Awards
I didn’t know learning to ski after age 50 was a thing. I would worry about broken bones and other injuries that come with age, although I know some older folks like me who are more daring than I am. I give them props.
Read More here on Skiing Later in Life
To follow up on the pizza topic from above, I found this about the best cheese slices in the world baked in this Bay Area pizzeria.
I want to give California pizza as much kudos as I can.
Have you heard of the band Papa Roach? If you're from California or anywhere else, you probably have. I was surprised to find out they are from right here in California, Vacaville, to be exact, and they’re still plugging along.
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