"When I was a lad, the three days of the year that required no alarm clock to pry me from bed were my birthday, Christmas and any day our family was headed to Disneyland.
Nearly a half-century later, I’m sitting in the driver’s seat now, my wife is co-piloting and my two youngest kids (ages 22 and 13) are piled in the back. The park’s rides have changed — pretty drastically, and they’re about to get a big injection of the Force — but that palpable sense of anticipation still pervades the car as we pull away from John Wayne Airport in Orange County, Calif."
Click here to read the article by Alex Pulaski.