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    A Killing (a First) in a Town Produced by Disney



    By KIM SEVERSON

    CELEBRATION, Fla. — As if the Thanksgiving murder were not enough to ruin things in this subdivision that Disney designed. Now, tanks and SWAT teams?

    Here in a community built 14 years ago by the Walt Disney Company as the happiest subdivision on earth — and which, to be fair, has been largely free from urban strife — two major crimes in the span of less than a week have made even the fake snow that blankets the town square every evening hour on the hour seem a little less cheery.

    Late into Thursday night, sheriff’s deputies barricaded several blocks in this neo-traditional town of 10,000 people and miles of white rail fencing, trying to talk a despondent and armed 52-year-old man out of his home. After more than 14 hours, sheriff’s deputies entered his home early Friday and found him dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

    Earlier, the schoolhouse near the town square was locked down. Buzzing helicopters interrupted horse-and-carriage rides. Even the holiday cocktail party at the golf course was canceled.

    The situation, which a sheriff’s deputy described as a domestic dispute involving a father who had lost a job and his marriage, was a tragic ending to a week that saw another violent death in Celebration.Sometime over Thanksgiving weekend, Matteo Patrick Giovanditto, 58, was murdered, the Osceola County Sheriff’s Office said. It was the first murder in Celebration history. Concerned neighbors who had not heard from him went into his first-floor condo, one block from the artificial ice rink on the town square. He was on the floor covered with a blanket, according to the police.

    Officers later located his black Corvette in a nearby town, but have yet to make an arrest. Residents were assured that there was nothing to fear.

    “They’ve got some really substantial leads,” said a sheriff’s spokeswoman, Twis Lizasuain. “We haven’t disclosed what we found, but it was a big break in the case to find the vehicle.”

    Mr. Giovanditto, who was from Massachusetts, moved to Florida in the 1980s to teach, his cousin, Theresa Troiano, said from Tewksbury, Mass.

    “He was a wonderful young man from a big New England family,” she said. “We hope there is swift justice.”

    Mr. Giovanditto moved to Celebration in 2004. He lived with his Chihuahua, Lucy, neighbors said. His house was a popular destination for trick-or-treaters, and he frequently weighed in on the Front Porch, a kind of Facebook for Celebration residents.

    “He was a good guy online,” said Alex Morton, the publisher of the monthly Celebration Independent and one of the first people to buy a house when the subdivision opened in 1996.

    “This town is all corporate executives and golden parachuters,” said Mr. Morton, who was holding up the printing of his paper until he had more news on the murder and, now, the standoff happening a few blocks from his tiny newspaper office.

    The killing of Mr. Giovanditto was a crack in the facade of this community, a 10-minute drive from Disney World, that was just too hard to ignore — especially with the standoff coming right on its heels.

    “It’s like Manhattan!” said Vince Cassaro. He ought to know. The former Connecticut resident worked in New York City before moving his family here 12 years ago.

    Had residents ever seen a SWAT team in town before?

    “Maybe for the Boy Scouts when they do a display, but that’s about it,” said Jeffry Ewing, a resident who had to stop work on a house renovation that was within the police perimeter.

    Of course, there have been other indications here that the ride might be over.

    Smaller crimes are not unheard of. In 1998, a robber who said he had a gun threatened a family and robbed them in their home. It was the town’s first reported violent crime.

    The economy has taken some of the shine from the streets, too. On Thanksgiving Day, the movie theater, which proudly showed its share of Disney films, went out of business. And there is no one who has not been hoping that home prices stop dropping. At their peak, homes sold for an average of $1 million. Now, they might go for half that.

    Glenn Williams, who was watching the sheriff’s deputies block the roads, said the price of his house had fallen to about $360,000 now from $825,000 two years ago.

    Like others, he was sad for the families involved in the standoff and the murder.

    “But I’m surprised it’s been this long before something happened,” Mr. Williams said.

    For visitors who come to both gawk and admire the famously perfect community, the murder only added to the narrative.

    Beth Guskay drove in from Lakeland, Fla., Thursday with her daughter and granddaughter to shop and hit a favorite sushi restaurant.

    “I call it the ‘Stepford Wives’ community. As soon as you drive in, it’s creepy,” she said. “I think it’s for people who don’t think anything bad is ever going to happen to them.”

    It is not that, so much, residents said. Bad things happen everywhere.

    Still, a murder and a standoff in the same week are a little much.

    “It’s a crack in the foundation, let’s put it that way,” said Jim Zimmer, who with his wife of 25 years maintains a house both in Celebration and Atlanta.

    He made a case for downplaying the murder, even as he watched a sheriff’s deputy with a rifle shoo a woman trying to get to her car back into her home.

    “For our own property values,” he said, “we need the illusion.”

    http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/03/us...n.html?_r=1&hp


    Across Town Center Lake, the movie theater, which showed its share of Disney movies, was shut down on Thanksgiving Day.

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    Re: Celebration, Florida

    Originally posted by don View Post


    Across Town Center Lake, the movie theater, which showed its share of Disney movies, was shut down on Thanksgiving Day.
    Things MUST be truly dismal if there's no money to be made showing Disney films. Maybe just living in Celebration is enough of an illusion?

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      Re: Celebration, Florida

      Best quote of the piece: “For our own property values, we need the illusion.”

      America has always had a Jones for Utopian villages, from socialist to free love to a commercial product line. And, of course, the religious zealots.


      RARELY has a town been conceived and constructed in the glare of publicity and aura of hope that greeted Disney’s master-planned, picture-perfect village of Celebration in central Florida. Expectations were so high that, in November 1995, 4,000 people entered into a lottery for the chance to win the right to pay 25 percent over the market price to move into one of the first 500 or so homes.

      Many of those pioneers expected Celebration to recreate the ideal of Disney World just a few miles away, not for a weeklong holiday, but for 52 weeks of the year. They thought their children would get straight A’s at the model school and that there would never be a weed in their lawns. For the solidly middle-class, overwhelmingly white population, this was the adventure of a lifetime, the chance to start over in a town paved with great expectations.

      Reality seemed to catch up with the utopian village, which Disney gave up control of a few years ago, when residents awoke on Monday morning to find that one of their neighbors, a 58-year-old retired schoolteacher, had been murdered. The yellow crime-scene tape surrounding his condo contrasted with the nearby town square, which was decorated for Christmas and awash in holiday music from speakers hidden in the foliage. Then, on Thursday, another resident fatally shot himself after a standoff with sheriff’s deputies. The apparently unrelated deaths showed the world what people in Celebration already knew: life behind the town’s white picket fences wasn’t perfect after all.

      We moved to Celebration with our two children in 1997. We were among the first residents, though we arrived with our eyes wide open and a contract to write a book about living in Disney’s brave new town. We found out just how strange a place we had chosen when a new neighbor told us that he and his family had considered going to Mexico for vacation, but found they had just as much fun at the Mexico pavilion at Epcot Center at Disney World. Another neighbor — a security guard at Disney — kept a six-foot-high Mickey Mouse in his front window, which our children found a little creepy. But there was a spirit of camaraderie that everyone embraced, even we skeptics.

      The town felt like a movie set. Architects like Michael Graves and Philip Johnson designed its public buildings. Rocking chairs lined the man-made lake in the center of town; they weren’t tied down and they were never stolen. Houses were variations on a limited number of designs, based on the architecture and feel of old coastal villages. They were clustered around parks, with porches hugging the sidewalks to encourage neighborliness. The community rulebook mandated the color of the houses and the varieties of plants in the pristine yards. Everything spoke softly of small-town America, family values and safety.

      But long before the schoolteacher’s body was discovered on Monday, many people in Celebration had already realized that Disney’s social imagineering couldn’t create a bubble of immunity. By the time we moved away in 1999, the pixie dust had begun to fade for some of the diehard believers. There had been a spate of divorces, a couple of domestic abuse cases, a handful of stolen bikes and even an armed robbery.

      The years have changed the footprint as well, and not for the better. Celebration’s initial design of a downtown core to emphasize walking over cars and friendliness over isolation started to disappear even before Disney ceded control. Ever-larger houses have spilled across hundreds of acres of reclaimed swamp, replacing the small-town feel with something closer to traditional suburban sprawl. The town now has about 10,000 residents.

      There was another kind of blight, too. When we drove down our old street a few months ago to visit friends, two of the 16 houses stood empty, the paint peeling and the once-pristine lawns burned out in the scorching sun — a story repeated on almost every street in the town. The housing foreclosures that has swept across Florida hit Celebration hard. One real estate Web site recently listed 492 foreclosures in town, and housing prices have dropped sharply from the highs of the middle part of the last decade. The movie theater, once a focal point of downtown, shut its doors on Thanksgiving Day.

      The wave of news coverage that accompanied the violence this week in Celebration says more about society’s enduring fascination with the unobtainable vision of utopia than it does about the town itself. Residents there long ago got over the idea that their home was another ride at the Magic Kingdom. They know that not everyone lives happily ever after, even in the town that Disney built.

      Douglas Frantz and Catherine Collins are the authors of “Celebration, U.S.A.: Living in Disney’s Brave New Town”

      http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/04/op...rssnyt&emc=rss





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        Re: Celebration, Florida

        I hate to admit this, but the image that immediately jumped to mind goes something like this:

        Buy a house in Celebration, decorate it with artwork that has a heavy emphasis on Norman Rockwell prints and the obligatory velvet Elvis, make sure the car in the driveway is a full size Chevrolet sedan, get the kids matching Schwinn 3-speed bikes with handlebar streamers, and then retire to the basement media room to watch some "reality TV" on the big screen...

        The "new" American Dream?

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        • #5
          Re: Celebration, Florida

          Originally posted by GRG55 View Post
          I hate to admit this, but the image that immediately jumped to mind goes something like this:

          Buy a house in Celebration, decorate it with artwork that has a heavy emphasis on Norman Rockwell prints and the obligatory velvet Elvis, make sure the car in the driveway is a full size Chevrolet sedan, get the kids matching Schwinn 3-speed bikes with handlebar streamers, and then retire to the basement media room to watch some "reality TV" on the big screen...

          The "new" American Dream?
          With the caveat of substituting the obligatory Thomas Kinkade for the Elvis. (The King is strictly mobile home park):


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          • #6
            Re: Celebration, Florida

            Originally posted by don View Post
            With the caveat of substituting the obligatory Thomas Kinkade for the Elvis. (The King is strictly mobile home park):



            PERFECT reference, don, and so topical and timely in this age of fraud:

            Dark Times Befall 'Painter Of Light' Thomas Kinkade

            by Alex Schmidt



            November 30, 2010

            Listen to the Story

            Morning Edition
            [3 min 51 sec]





            Enlarge Thomas Kinkade Central Park In The Fall is a 2010 work by "Painter of Light" artist Thomas Kinkade. The park, Kinkade writes, "is a place where a quick cab ride lets you escape the big city and immerse yourself in nature's brilliant color palette."




            November 30, 2010

            There's a good chance you own something by Thomas Kinkade. The artist's warm, cozy paintings have been widely reprinted on calendars, coffee mugs and more — and it's estimated that his work appears in 1 in every 20 U.S. homes.

            Yet Kinkade's company is struggling. Dogged by fraud allegations, his company filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy in June, and it plans to be back in court soon to file a plan of reorganization.

            But financial challenges aside, Kinkade's artwork continues to sell. He is, after all, the "Painter of Light" — he came up with the nickname himself.



            PRNewsFoto/The Thomas Kinkade Co./AP Kinkade has said that the light that streams through his paintings is the light of Jesus. Above, his 2008 work Christmas in New York.


            God's Light?
            A Thomas Kinkade can make you feel like you're strolling down a cobblestone path to a cozy cottage with smoke puffing out the chimney.

            "When I look at a Thomas Kinkade painting, I get a warm, soft, cozy feeling," says window shopper Anna Kayne. "Like I want to go into where that is and be part of it."
            Kayne, who was browsing an art gallery in Irvine, Calif., says she particularly likes Kinkade's winter vistas — the perfect blankets of snow over peaceful gardens, the snow-covered cottages lit from within.

            "I think it harkens back to some imagined past," she says, "before cities, before crowds, before traffic, before the stresses of everyday life."

            Ami Davis, who teaches art at the University of California, Los Angeles, wrote her master's thesis on Kinkade. "I've heard [about] almost quasi-religious experiences with some of these paintings," Davis says.

            Kinkade has said the light that streams through his paintings is the light of Jesus. But some of his gallery owners have accused the artist of using shared Christian values to defraud them. They say he persuaded them to open galleries in areas that couldn't support them — and then competitively undervalued his own paintings.

            "It's very disappointing when an individual expresses a worldview that's about peace, love, joy, family, and then ends up taking a position that is contradictory," says Terry Sheppard, a longtime colleague of Kinkade's. Sheppard testified in lawsuits that several of Kinkade's gallery owners brought against the artist.

            The gallery owners won a nearly $3 million judgment and are attempting to collect after the company declared bankruptcy. To add to the artist's troubles, Kinkade was arrested for a DUI in June; his mug shot has made its way around the Internet.

            'An Incredible Footprint'
            But never mind the legal and financial troubles, the criticism and the controversies — Kinkade's work continues to sell.

            "I've been carrying Thomas Kinkade for over 22 years," says Marty Brown, co-owner of the Village Gallery in Irvine. "And the fact that he's been selling with such regularity for such a long time is unprecedented."


            Thomas Kinkade Beauty and the Beast Falling in Love is a 2010 painting from Kinkade's Disney Dreams Collection. He says in his paintings for Disney, he has "attempted to portray a panorama of the entire movie, rather than an individual scene."


            The Kinkade Co. sees the success as part of a calculated business mode — it methodically sells Kinkade's products in as many formats as possible, from calendars to lithographs to armchairs.

            "What's compelling about this brand is, over the course of time, about 25 million people have purchased a Kinkade product," says company COO Frank Turrell. "That's an incredible footprint."

            Turrell adds that the company is also changing strategies, and the galleries at the heart of the fraud allegations are no longer the main key to expansion. New plans include building partnerships with companies like Disney and Warner Bros., and strengthening avenues that cater directly to consumers, like home shopping corporation QVC.

            "If you can restructure the fundamentals of the business and get the cost structure down," Turrell says, "there's an enormous demand out there for Tom's products."

            Not that any of these corporate strategies matter to Kinkade's longtime fans such as Kayne. "This is the first time I heard of his bankruptcy," she says from the gallery in Irvine. "And I don't look at his paintings any differently. I won't."

            http://www.npr.org/2010/11/22/131517...thomas-kinkade

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              Absolutely, Chomsky. Kinkade was the King of Fraud in the pseudo-art world. He had a wide gamut of his work to choose from. An army of starving artists duplicated his kitsch. For a price he would sign it ... or for more dough add a few strokes ... and on and on. Not far from me is a housing track whose vision was a Kinkade village. Like Dracula, the Master was involved, at least at the start. I need to go there someday, just to inhale the "ambiance".

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                Originally posted by don View Post
                With the caveat of substituting the obligatory Thomas Kinkade for the Elvis. (The King is strictly mobile home park):


                Hey!! Where did you get that picture of my bunker????

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                • #9
                  Re: Celebration, Florida

                  You're referring. of course, to the picture hanging on the living room wall of the bunker.

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                    Re: Celebration, Florida

                    Best quote of the piece: “For our own property values, we need the illusion.”

                    I don't know. I liked, "He was a good guy online."

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                    • #11
                      Re: Celebration, Florida

                      Originally posted by don View Post
                      Best quote of the piece: “For our own property values, we need the illusion.”

                      ...
                      This one struck a chord:

                      "We found out just how strange a place we had chosen when a new neighbor told us that he and his family had considered going to Mexico for vacation, but found they had just as much fun at the Mexico pavilion at Epcot Center at Disney World...".

                      Unfortunately not unique to Celebration. Here's a variation on the same theme, I think :-)

                      A couple months ago I was invited to a small social function while I was overseas in the Gulf. At one end of the table was an expatriate western lawyer, resident in this GCC country, with a rather loud voice. I was seated at the other end of the table across from his wife. I overheard the lawyer saying how proud he was of his wife for organizing, over the years, numerous family trips so that their two [now] teenage sons would gain the benefits of having travelled abroad, and then he went on to list a variety of interesting countries to which they had been. Desperate for some conversational diversion I picked up on the theme and asked her about their experiences in a few of those countries, with which I was also familiar. All I could seem to drag out of her were the names of prominent cities in those countries, and some references to their preferred 5-star hotels in those cities. Finding this unsatisfying, I decided to take a different tack. She got quite a quizzical expression on her face when I began to describe my devoting much of one day unearthing a prize acquisition* after digging through piles of junk and spending hours drinking tea and negotiating with a used metal merchant whose shop was off the tourist beat, deep in the labyrinthine interior of the bazaar in Old Cairo. She interrupted me to ask how I could have done this without at the same time exposing myself to the spectre of the poverty of Cairo. I was taken aback by that. Turned out that she and her husband didn't think it was "good" for their children to witness poverty, and thus their travelling experiences to these exotic locations was largely one of ensconcing the family in a cloned resort spa with the occasional excursion "out" to a concierge recommended restaurant or a guided museum & monument tour...

                      * My reward was an antique coffee pot, made of solid silver [likely in what is now Yemen or Oman] with hand-hammered Arabic calligraphy [done over a carved wooden form]...forlorn and tarnished completely black when I discovered it buried in a large pile of salvaged metal door hardware. The whole process of negotiation took more than five hours, during which I drank so much tea I thought my bladder was going to explode. The negotiations stretched the limits of my "restaurant Arabic", but ended in the perfect outcome for everyone...I bought it for a pittance, and the merchant couldn't believe his luck to secure such a windfall [I paid him in US Dollars] from his newfound stupid tourist "friend". My Arab travelling companion, who had amused himself patiently watching the proceedings, popped my victory bubble by declaring, once we departed via the alley, that "You could have got it cheaper if you weren't in such a hurry". It remains one of my favourite artifacts of my time living abroad; a constant reminder of a memorable and enjoyable encounter with another human being in a far away land.
                      Last edited by GRG55; December 06, 2010, 05:18 AM.

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                        Re: Celebration, Florida

                        Originally posted by GRG55 View Post
                        This one struck a chord:

                        "We found out just how strange a place we had chosen when a new neighbor told us that he and his family had considered going to Mexico for vacation, but found they had just as much fun at the Mexico pavilion at Epcot Center at Disney World...".

                        Unfortunately not unique to Celebration. Here's a variation on the same theme, I think :-)

                        A couple months ago I was invited to a small social function while I was overseas in the Gulf. At one end of the table was an expatriate western lawyer, resident in this GCC country, with a rather loud voice. I was seated at the other end of the table across from his wife. I overheard the lawyer saying how proud he was of his wife for organizing, over the years, numerous family trips so that their two [now] teenage sons would gain the benefits of having travelled abroad, and then he went on to list a variety of interesting countries to which they had been. Desperate for some conversational diversion I picked up on the theme and asked her about their experiences in a few of those countries, with which I was also familiar. All I could seem to drag out of her were the names of prominent cities in those countries, and some references to their preferred 5-star hotels in those cities. Finding this unsatisfying, I decided to take a different tack. She got quite a quizzical expression on her face when I began to describe my devoting much of one day unearthing a prize acquisition* after digging through piles of junk and spending hours drinking tea and negotiating with a used metal merchant whose shop was off the tourist beat, deep in the labyrinthine interior of the bazaar in Old Cairo. She interrupted me to ask how I could have done this without at the same time exposing myself to the spectre of the poverty of Cairo. I was taken aback by that. Turned out that she and her husband didn't think it was "good" for their children to witness poverty, and thus their travelling experiences to these exotic locations was largely one of ensconcing the family in a cloned resort spa with the occasional excursion "out" to a concierge recommended restaurant or a guided museum & monument tour...

                        * My reward was an antique coffee pot, made of solid silver [likely in what is now Yemen or Oman] with hand-hammered Arabic calligraphy [done over a carved wooden form]...forlorn and tarnished completely black when I discovered it buried in a large pile of salvaged metal door hardware. The whole process of negotiation took more than five hours, during which I drank so much tea I thought my bladder was going to explode. The negotiations stretched the limits of my "restaurant Arabic", but ended in the perfect outcome for everyone...I bought it for a pittance, and the merchant couldn't believe his luck to secure such a windfall [I paid him in US Dollars] from his newfound stupid tourist "friend". My Arab travelling companion, who had amused himself patiently watching the proceedings, popped my victory bubble by declaring, once we departed via the alley, that "You could have got it cheaper if you weren't in such a hurry". It remains one of my favourite artifacts of my time living abroad; a constant reminder of a memorable and enjoyable encounter with another human being in a far away land.
                        That is a great story. I've several of those types of stories myself and you always remember them so clearly....

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                          Re: Celebration, Florida

                          Originally posted by GRG55 View Post
                          This one struck a chord:

                          "We found out just how strange a place we had chosen when a new neighbor told us that he and his family had considered going to Mexico for vacation, but found they had just as much fun at the Mexico pavilion at Epcot Center at Disney World...".

                          Unfortunately not unique to Celebration. Here's a variation on the same theme, I think :-)

                          A couple months ago I was invited to a small social function while I was overseas in the Gulf. At one end of the table was an expatriate western lawyer, resident in this GCC country, with a rather loud voice. I was seated at the other end of the table across from his wife. I overheard the lawyer saying how proud he was of his wife for organizing, over the years, numerous family trips so that their two [now] teenage sons would gain the benefits of having travelled abroad, and then he went on to list a variety of interesting countries to which they had been. Desperate for some conversational diversion I picked up on the theme and asked her about their experiences in a few of those countries, with which I was also familiar. All I could seem to drag out of her were the names of prominent cities in those countries, and some references to their preferred 5-star hotels in those cities. Finding this unsatisfying, I decided to take a different tack. She got quite a quizzical expression on her face when I began to describe my devoting much of one day unearthing a prize acquisition* after digging through piles of junk and spending hours drinking tea and negotiating with a used metal merchant whose shop was off the tourist beat, deep in the labyrinthine interior of the bazaar in Old Cairo. She interrupted me to ask how I could have done this without at the same time exposing myself to the spectre of the poverty of Cairo. I was taken aback by that. Turned out that she and her husband didn't think it was "good" for their children to witness poverty, and thus their travelling experiences to these exotic locations was largely one of ensconcing the family in a cloned resort spa with the occasional excursion "out" to a concierge recommended restaurant or a guided museum & monument tour...

                          * My reward was an antique coffee pot, made of solid silver [likely in what is now Yemen or Oman] with hand-hammered Arabic calligraphy [done over a carved wooden form]...forlorn and tarnished completely black when I discovered it buried in a large pile of salvaged metal door hardware. The whole process of negotiation took more than five hours, during which I drank so much tea I thought my bladder was going to explode. The negotiations stretched the limits of my "restaurant Arabic", but ended in the perfect outcome for everyone...I bought it for a pittance, and the merchant couldn't believe his luck to secure such a windfall [I paid him in US Dollars] from his newfound stupid tourist "friend". My Arab travelling companion, who had amused himself patiently watching the proceedings, popped my victory bubble by declaring, once we departed via the alley, that "You could have got it cheaper if you weren't in such a hurry". It remains one of my favourite artifacts of my time living abroad; a constant reminder of a memorable and enjoyable encounter with another human being in a far away land.
                          The story reminded me of the Buddha's upbringing. Like the children of that couple he was not permitted to see human suffering as a child. He turned out all right so maybe those kids will also.

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                            Re: Celebration, Florida

                            Great story, GRG55. Thanks for posting.

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                            • #15
                              Re: Celebration, Florida

                              Sorry, but this song just goes thru my head whenever I read about the town:

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