Tonawanda News — “Really, dude? That’s so cool!”
“Yep! I can draw Mickey and Buzz and Woody and ‘Star Wars’ and everything!”
We bought him a Disney coloring set that afternoon and took him into an animation class at the park. He ate that up, then wanted to see every gallery we came across the rest of the trip. I realize he may forget before you even read this that he ever wanted to be an artist, but if he chooses to become one then I will remember the day that the world-famous Rigby Lane began his career.
I will also always remember the dream date I had in the Magic Kingdom. The park was open until midnight for select guests (as in those who shelled out to stay at a Disney property). Rigby was all out of magic by about 8 p.m., though, and Mommy graciously took him back to the hotel (I never paid attention to my mom at theme parks, but if she did half of what Mommy does for Penny and Rigby then I owe her eternal gratitude). That left Penny and me alone, in the first place I ever found any sort of happiness as a teenager, to spend time with the girl of my dreams.
My dreams didn’t involve pushing my date around in the wheelchair we rented for her and her brother (cheaper than a stroller, and bigger), but whatever.
I whisked her away from Tomorrowland to meet some princesses in Fantasyland. Then we went on Big Thunder Mountain in Frontierland. Then back over to Fantasyland. In the Florida humidity, I worked up a streak of sweat the likes of which causes some of the world’s nastiest rashes in uncomfortable places.
But I didn’t really care. I got to see Penny happy — truly happy — to have some time with me that we ordinarily don’t get. Some of her joviality probably came from the Doc McStuffins doctor kit she acquired before we left. But I opt to think most of it came from being with her dear ol’ dad.