The Incredible Mr. Write

Author's Note : As a lifelong Disney fan, this post admittedly comes from a selfish place. As an admirer of the Disney brand and all that it stands for, I want to see it thrive and succeed while remaining true to its core values. Recently, however, the company and its brand of "magic" I fell in love with has become unrecognizable under the pursuit of profit and the affliction of politics. This post is not Disney hate mail, but rather a love letter of a bygone era and a plea to remember what made it magical.           My earliest memory of Disney magic was formed in a darkened movie theater, where the flickering lights on the silver screen brought to life images of a far-away land, incredible magical powers, and a life-altering glass slipper. It was 1987, Cinderella had been re-released for the last time (at least globally), but to my young eyes, it was the first step into a whole new world of magic – pun totally intended!   I have to take a momen...

Having been locked away from a worldwide pandemic for the last two years, I emerged from my house like a slumbering grizzly bear in a Cheetos-induced coma. Once I remembered my blog, my password (and exactly where my office was), I quickly fired up my computer with some stories to tell -- and an axe to grind. If there's one thing we weren't in short supply of during our exile from the real world, it was television and movies -- streamed to us non-stop, courtesy of studios and streaming services that had suddenly found themselves with a captive audience. Like many of us, I anticipated a couple weeks of free time and some good entertainment with which to while away the potential boredom. Unfortunately, like the rest of us, I quickly realized 1) this wasn't to be a simple two-week vacation and 2) there was some serious lack of storytelling in the storm of entertainment we were weathering.  Don't get me wrong, there was plenty of mind-numbing Netflix fare like Tiger King a...