Everyone loves Pirates
I have a confession to make. As a child, Pirates of the Caribbean was my favorite Walt Disney ride. The animatronic pirates were a swarthy and rum-soaked lot who drank, wenched and sang raucously from every stretch of sand and plank. Though the spectacle was arranged with tongue-in-cheek wit, a somber mood of grim piracy pervaded everything. There was cannon smoke in the air, the chill damp of sea caves and the flickering of prison torches. I walked away chewing on gunpowder grit and happily brandished my souvenir pistol all the rest of the day.

