Another Friday of fatigue. Another drive to Orlando. Another day in the world that Walt built. My sister called on Thursday to warn us about the epidemic of colds working its way through the house. The implied message: “John comes at his own risk.” But when have I ever given in to good sense? We hit the parks with my standard equipment: a big floppy hat, sunglasses, my Nikon, and my afternoon meds. The day started with a textbook example of gluttony. It was an all you can stuff in your gut “character breakfast” at the Contemporary Resort known as [...]
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