When he was about eight, Ira had come to Disney to celebrate his younger brother living to see age seven. He'd been pale, still struggling to breathe a little, and the whole thing had been a battle between Elias wanting to take off running through the park and ride every ride, and their mothers shoving him back into the wheelchair they'd secured for the day.
All of this had culminated in Ira convincing his little brother that the Hall of Presidents was actually cool, so that they could all sit down and have a rest from the arguing. They'd both discovered that it wasn't, quickly enough, but it was an agreed-on respite. They'd come up with quite a mythology about this place; that the presidents' souls actually haunted their animatronic figures, that only they could get them out. "Going to meet the presidents" became code for Elias is tired and won't admit he needs a break.
The memory is bittersweet enough. But it's why Ira's returned for the second time today, recording a small section of speech on his phone and then pausing over his brother's name, unsure what he'd provoke by actually texting it. To buy time, walks out of the "theater" and plays it back, sneaking as quickly as he can away from the hall, so when he meets up with one of his friends, he can say he was on his way back from a a much more exciting attraction. Abe Lincoln's narration coming from his phone says differently.
The Most Boring Boy at the Most Boring Thing (Ira+Open!)
All of this had culminated in Ira convincing his little brother that the Hall of Presidents was actually cool, so that they could all sit down and have a rest from the arguing. They'd both discovered that it wasn't, quickly enough, but it was an agreed-on respite. They'd come up with quite a mythology about this place; that the presidents' souls actually haunted their animatronic figures, that only they could get them out. "Going to meet the presidents" became code for Elias is tired and won't admit he needs a break.
The memory is bittersweet enough. But it's why Ira's returned for the second time today, recording a small section of speech on his phone and then pausing over his brother's name, unsure what he'd provoke by actually texting it. To buy time, walks out of the "theater" and plays it back, sneaking as quickly as he can away from the hall, so when he meets up with one of his friends, he can say he was on his way back from a a much more exciting attraction. Abe Lincoln's narration coming from his phone says differently.