I’ve just returned from a brief sojourn that included:

1. Marrying off my older daughter, Christine, in Disneyworld, followed by
2. A short vacation for our younger kids, and then,
3. A short illness and trip to the hospital for me.

No relationship between the third event and the former two is implied, but their sequence afforded me material for another post.

First came the wedding that, by all accounts, was well managed despite torrential rains that necessitated an on-the-spot change of venue. This move would have been less impressive had there not been several dozen other weddings that were affected at about the same time. The Disney organization is superior at moving and staging crowds, a skill without which the park would grind to a halt. They manage the process, not just the operations. And the outcome in our case was a “magical experience” despite adverse conditions.

Arising a little late the morning after the wedding, we began the vacation part of our trip at what is billed as the best ride in the park: “Soarin’” provides its riders with the illusion of hang-gliding through striking panoramic video scenery. As we entered the ride line, a digital timer indicated that there would be a wait of 60 minutes. Although the actual ride lasts only 5 minutes, we decided it was still worth the wait.

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