In a jet black Plymouth Fury, built before air conditioning or seat belts were standard equipment, the vacation of a lifetime began.
The massive vehicle would accommodate four adults, three children and a baby on a trip to California to meet Mickey Mouse. At 8, I was the oldest of that pack of kids.
Disneyland was a novel concept in America, a new idea that became known as a theme park.
In our household, summer vacation was a novel concept. It came about thanks to the prosperity offered by my father's first factory job.