June 13, 2012, 2:39 p.m.
Last week, I described my antagonistic relationship with California’s number one attraction. No, not Napa, Venice Beach, Yosemite, Hollywood, the Golden Gate bridge, or even the agent who convinced the world that Ryan Seacrest possesses any kind of charm or charisma. I’m talking about Disneyland. Despite my dislike for the idea of the place, I [&hellip