You CAN Go Back

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!