A couple of random memories about the old lot. My Dad and I would park using his Handicapped hang-from-the-rearview-mirror-thingy. On slow days we could park so close to the entrance it was like an E Ticket attraction. He always got a kick out of that. Felt like a VIP. Then there was the friend in college who worked in the booths collecting the parking fees. (1970's me think.) She "let in" the goons who tried to rob the entrace booths. Her supervisor called her in. Her defense? "At least I made them pay for parking."
"Does anyone have magical memory about the Mickey and Friends lot they would like to share? (Note: No sarcasm, just really interested in any good stories."
I grew up across the street from the strawberry field the new parking structure now sits on. The owner would let us kids bring a beach bucket and pick strawberries every once and a while. I was sad to see it go. It seems strange to be parking on that old strawberry field.
The fireworks were our "street lights" in 1980. We had to be in the house by the time the last firework went off.
My mom always reminds me of how when I was little, we would ride the monorail. & then she would always tell me to wave to our car. I want to experience that one more time, indeed. But I prefer the parking structure.