Mickey that is
Sunday afternoon Marilyn and I will strap ourselves to an aluminum and titanium contraption fueled by a mix of kerosene and gasoline and get hurled through the sky to Chicago where we will cool our heels and prepare to do it again finally landing (we hope) in Orlando Florida.
Once we arrive, we were promised to be greeted by some nice Disney folks who will take us via a more civilized mode of transportation to the Port Orleans Hotel in Disneyland. We get to stay for a week enjoying the sunshine and unlimited entertainment.
Sometime after we arrive, our youngest son Matthew will climb aboard a coach bus with the rest of his classmates and members of the New Fairfield High School Rebels Marching band and begin the long drive to Orlando by road. The band and Chorus will be performing and competing at Festival Disney. Marilyn and I are going down to support them, and have a good time too.
We havenāt been to WDW since 1988. We canāt wait