I grew up with Donald and his nephews, Huey, Dewey and Louie, along with all of their Disney friends. Their cartoons kept my generation, and my children’s generation, laughing at their silly, innocent antics.

But if the irrepressible, though sometimes irritable, little fellow were around today, and you were to ask him what he thought of the way the world has changed since his birth in 1934, I guarantee his answer would have been:

“Awww . . . phooey!”

And who could blame him?

But happy birthday anyway, Donald. (And sorry about that other guy with the same first name . . . )

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
6/9/25