We all remember the Blues song, "Too Many Blurzles", from the 1930s. I'll pause while you put your scratchy 78 rpm disc (with an RCA "Bluebird" label) on your Victrola to give it another listen. Be sure to use a fresh stylus!There, now you're ready to view some Blurzles, of which I have (no surprise) too many. But the Blues is all about dealing with life's misfortunes. Let's begin with this scan of a photo looking northward from Town Square; the Wurlitzer store is to our right, I like to go inside and show off my chops, playing Gershwin, or maybe Rachmaninoff on a rinky-dink electric organ. "He's a genius! We are lucky to be in his presence!". Main Street is practically deserted in March, Grandma and the kids will have an amazing time.There is a lot of stuff packed into this corner of Fantasyland, the old Pirate Ship, the Skyway overhead, Casey Jr.'s ticket booth (and the Storybook Land lighthouse in the distance), along with Dumbo, he and his indentical siblings love nothing more…
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