This is written in Mexico, my home in recent years. I've just returned from a visit to the United States, and am now once more enjoying the taste of unfrozen orange juice and fresh fish, conversations lasting four or five hours in which all sorts of cabbages and kings are discussed, meetings with friends where no one asks if I watched TV last night to see Mickey Rooney do Oedipus Rex on the Benign ...

Forty passengers at a time will get a realistic impression of space travel in a huge moon rocket being built near Los Angeles as part of Walt Disney's $9,000,000 Disneyland recreation park. Strapped to their seats, the passengers will thrill at the vibration and roar of the simulated take-off, listen to the staccato commands of the rocket captain over the intercom, watch the earth recede below them ...

What could be more exciting for a 10-year-old? It was June 1955. My family had just driven across the country to our new home in Lakewood. Not only were we returning to our California roots, but the kids' paradise of Disneyland was just about to open for the first time. My sisters and I used to watch the weekly TV show "Disneyland" in our suburban Washington D.C. home. After various adventures ...