In 1979, the magazine published the future director's fictitious tale of a family trip gone horribly awry ("If Dad hadn't shot Walt Disney in the leg, it would have been our best vacation ever").
We drank Coca-Cola and sailed over the desert valleys that we had fought our way across just the day before. We enjoyed sandwiches as we flew into the pollen-free Arizona air.“Isn’t this marvelous?” Mom sighed. She exhaled and shook her head. “It seems foolish now to drive when ...