Minneapolis. Snow, a party, a tiki hut, the sound of waves breaking on a TV screen and too many margaritas. Is this a normal India Hicks Get Together? I do hope so.
After less than 24 hours in this windy city I wanted to see something Minneapolis-y. Apparently its Mall of America. On our way to the airport we stopped by.
I ran over to the gigantic letters spelling out M A L L O F A M E R I C A. “Let’s climb it, ” I shout excitedly, margaritas still gently flowing through my brain cells.
Just as I hitch my leg up onto the A of America I hear the police sirens.
Oh my, what in the world happened? I think they laughed. . . . The police that is.
A margarita sounds good, an Island Cocktail!
Donna Maher Snyder