Disneyland at 60 plus California surfing: The balance of resort and real-world

I'm in Disneyland and my three-year-old daughter is screaming like a banshee. Neon mermaids, dancing fairies and princesses in glowing towers parade past to stadium-decibel dance music. Every cartoon character she's ever loved is waving at her – illuminated with enough sparkle and glitz to knock out a city. They call it the Parade of Lights but it's more like a pre-schoolers' rave. "Isn't this wonderful?" my wife turns to me with unabashed "I love you" eyes. "Yes" I manage to wince, but she senses the deceit and the look is immediately extinguished.

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