When Mickey was a mere lad of 16 or so, juvenile you see, I kept my stash of semi-forbidden (that is, frowned upon but not outright prohibited) comic books under the bed. Mickey, Minnie, Pluto and their ducky cousins, Donald, Daisy, Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Uncle Scrooge, not neglecting to mention Goofy, were pals of mine.
Fast forward. I was principal of an elementary school. I helped the kids celebrate the Mouse's 50th birthday. Here I sit today scarce comprehending that 40 years have passed since that day.
I can only wish that I could age as gracefully as that little rodent has done.
