We visit a Caribbean paradise and like it. Mostly.
When the chance for a free trip to Oahu presented itself, I pounced like a hungry cheetah on a weakened caribou.
We drive down to Miami and Key West for the hell of it.
I just flew back from a wild weekend in California. And boy, are my arms tired.
The year was 1975 when I first went to DisneyWorld, and I haven’t been back until now.