Drove down last night – 500 some miles. Stuck in traffic towards the end, crossing
the Big City, but most of the trip was fine—beautiful weather, warm, blue
skies; a view of the ocean eventually, then arriving at Dee Land.
Drove down the main U.S. highway, not the Interstate. Each town along the way, no matter how small, had a McDonalds; most had other mainstays of American cuisine: Jack in the Box, Subway. Some also had In-N-Out burger.
Stopped along the way, multiple times. Bought a diet coke and a token or more amount
of food at each stop. Took about six
hours to get to The City. Then I hit the
Saturday night traffic, and it took another two hours to get to Dee Land.
A strange place, Dee Land.
Many children, cartoon characters, parents, smiling employees. A Happy
Place. A Paradise. A land for dreams and dreams come true. Fireworks in the evening. Music emanating from “somewhere.” Hands coming out of the bathroom wall,
holding the lamps. A bedside lamp that
also played eerie chime music if I pushed the other switch.
Slept well, though.
Woke up fifteen or twenty minutes ahead of the alarm, in plenty of time
to catch the shuttle to the conference I’m attending. Much to ponder, indeed!
