"I, uh.. I don't work here," he stammered. "Um, I'm... IN the movie."
“Hey Charles!” he said. God, he sounded so much like Ned Ryerson, I started looking around for a deep puddle.
This week, I'm married to a hurricane.
Two metallic icons, two inscriptions, and two parts to this story, about how they became one tremendous blessing.
Even Disneyland would be a mess if there weren’t people to clean it.
Grady was finally headed home, or so he thought.