Ever wonder what it'd be like to go through Disney World as a vaguely left-of-center Gen-X journalist so high on weed you can't quite sew the whole experience together? Well, ok, no, I don't either, but that wasn't enough to stop the Gray Lady from paying someone who is to write up his experiences. His disapproval and sense of unease at the whole thing seems to have been flattened just as surely as his family was by the Orlando summer.

He should do what we're going to do next time we go back, and what my brother has done once a year for who knows how long... revisit in the off-season, when the crowds are gone along with the hammer-blow heat.