Mall of America
December 30th, 2001My mom, sister and I are going to meet this summer at the Mall of America. Weíll be coming in from Detroit, LA and NYC, respectively and Minnesota is a good meeting place. There is more to this decision than geographical convenience. The Mall of America has a strange appeal. I wish that I could convey something our familyís oddball sensibility that compels us to make this decision. To be sure, it is not the shopping that we are interested in. I would like to say that it is a sort of irony or anthropological curiosity that leads us to do things like this, but that is not quite it either. Iíll keep looking for the words.
James and I were the victims of credit card fraud yesterday. Someone in Chicago purchased about $4,000 in art supplies. Fortunately, the credit card company detected it and called us. Still, big ick!
The sun is shining and I have been working way to hard. Time to get out.