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As a child, my parents once took me to Sesame Place. A Sesame Street-themed amusement park, I don't remember much about it, though I did enjoy climbing around the (what seemed at the time to be) giant cargo nets. Sunday evening, I was surpised to find my hotel, the Sheraton Bucks County across the street from Sesame Place. Indeed, my room overlooked the park.

I certainly viewed the park through the rose-colored glasses of a child. I briefly considered visiting the park again, after all, there were water slides (rubber duckie-themed, no less). But rather than ruin my fond childhood memories a misguided trip where I would see the place for what it is: a commercial exploitation of a beloved public television show where teenagers dress up in yellow suits to imitate childhood heroes, I stayed in my hotel room and ate a crapBoston Market pot pie.