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Mickey. (Not to be confused with a dose of ecstasy.)

Minnie. (A truly liberated spouse.)

Donald. (THE Donald.)

Pluto. (No longer a planet but still a superstar.)

Goofy. (No, not 43.)

The list goes on. Each name triggering memories and associations that resonate down the decades and generations. But as with so many other joys whose time seems to have come and gone, they reside in a safe deposit box the key to which is somewhere in the garage with the rusting Flexible Flyer.

So is it possible to plunk yourself down in the middle of this menagerie born in mid-century (like many of us) when good and evil were black and white? Can you immerse yourself in the silly symphonies of pratfalls and jingles in a state of suspended belief to be released as if in suspended animation since the last time you heard "When You Wish Upon A Star"?

To quote a recent 15 minute famestress - you betcha!

A Lyrical Question

Lyric: What does the CEO do?

Melody: What do the simple folk do? (Camelot)

What does the CEO do?

To scare up a billion or two?

Coddles the shareholders,

To show them some care.

Then gambles with their assets,

As much as he'd dare.

What does the CEO do?

To while 'way a hearing or two?

He answers the committee,

Whose questions are meek.

Knowing he'll be richer, by millions, next week.

What does the CEO do?

When bursting of bubbles is through?

There's nothing left to squander, or plunder, or waste.

We lick our lips and ponder, how bitter, the taste.

We ask how could this happen?

How could we be so dumb?

How is it we were suckered by so sinful a plumb?

And then it dawns upon us, it takes two, to play.

A game where prizes can't be shared: just one walks away.

With all that glitters pocketed, no more to go around.

Yet when those coins fall to the floor they don't make, a sound.

And that's what CEOs...do.