My commute to work on the 5 Freeway takes me through the heart of Anaheim, right past Disneyland. And I do mean right past Disneyland. You can see it from the freeway — Space Mountain, the ferris wheel, the Matterhorn… It’s all right there, barely 100 yards from the freeway. It’s a little more than a stone’s throw away, but you could definitely nail the Matterhorn with a stone using one of those wrist rocket slingshots.

That just seems wrong to me somehow. The Happiest Place on Earth is supposed to be an escape, a different reality, separate from the rest of the world. Bored commuters stuck in gridlock shouldn’t be able to peer in from their cars.