Monday, August 08, 2016
The year: 1957. The place: Disneyland. The smell: kind of popcorny, with undertones of hot asphalt and blooming flowers. Breeze is about 15 mph from the West. Dad has decided that it's time to take a photo of the boys. "It's for Grandma", he explains. "Aw, gee whiz, Dad...". The little stinkers comply, because what choice do they have, ultimately? But the kid in the red shirt isn't going to smile, no sir. His shirt is half tucked, and his large ticket book is sticking out of his pocket.
Two of the boys have identical striped shirts. Buy them in bulk! Meanwhile, the kid to our left has his own camera - I wish I had his pictures.
Now we're right up close to the castle. Camera boy is hugging the flagpole (banner pole?), but who are those other kids? We've seen them before; it seems as if two or three families made the trip to the park together.