The Columnist Manifesto

I’ve spent enough time at Disneyland, aka “The Happiest Place on Earth” to have a pretty clear mental map of the “Magic Kingdom.” My companion and I can find our way around, and even stop at strategically-located bathrooms, without looking at the map.

What’s this? Disneyland? A grown man? Who objects to Starbucks and Microsoft? Perhaps I owe you an explanation. Perhaps one day I’ll provide one.