The Gideon puts on classes that help me realize I know exactly diddly squat about this screenwriting business.
But that's why I take the classes, right?
To find out just how dumb I really am.
Thanks, Gideon, for that revelation.
Getting here was a little different than driving the 27 miles to the nearest WalMart.
The flight down to Orlando was about normal for a 3 1/2 hour flight in the packed cattle car section.
At least the stewardess didn't use the cattle prod to load us.
I appreciate that.
We were circling over Orlando on the final approach. People were tired, hot, bored, and uncomfortable. You could feel the negative vibes in the air.
"Just land this sucker and let us out!"
Then a shrill, excited voice of a five-year old girl yelled over the eternal drone of the engines.
"LOOK!!! DISNEYWORLD IS UNDER US!!!"
Instantly, kids' heads, adults' heads, even the stewardess' head where twisting and ducking to look out the little windows.
People were looking around. And smiling. Nodding at each other. The atmosphere changing from impatience to expectation.
Wow.
All that born out of the excitement of a little girl who could still be amazed with a glimpse of her destination.
Huh.
If I got that amazed with Heaven, you think anyone might run to the Book to catch a look?