Originally published March 8, 1996, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1164
So we went to Disney World again.
With New York subjected to more snow jobs than an armada of Rush Limbaughs could present—exacerbated by my extended stays in Montreal for Space Cases—my family needed some relief.
In recent weeks, 4-year-old Ariel had even taken to wailing, “My friends at Disney World miss me.” This summoned up mental pictures of Mickey standing forlornly at the front gate from morning till night, informing the rest of the disappointed characters, “Well, another day without Ariel. What’s the point of living?”
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