It’s come to this: unless the state gives the Mall of America more money to build a new addition, it won’t get built.
Well, don’t build it, then.
See? That’s not so hard. I understand that there are other markets that would love to have the Mall of America, and some day soon we may behold the distressing sight of the Mall jacked up, put on trucks and moved to Iowa, but if you can’t afford to build an addition without state money, perhaps the fundamentals of the proposal aren’t sound. Suggestion: go back to the drawing board, put some windmills and light-rail trains in the proposal, power the new wing with ethanol, and
Schools are cutting 20% of their class time because they say they’re short on money, and we’re supposed to help them build a parking ramp for a water park? Interesting. Especially since there’s already a water park nearby, in a hotel. They’d lose a nice competitive advantage – as would Southdale, which limps along bereft of state largess. It makes you wonder if they’d be a bit more cash-flush if the smoking ban hadn’t stabbed the entertainment wing dead a few years ago. I suspect that if they built a hermetically-sealed Smoker’s Wing for people who voluntarily chose to breathe that narsty gas, they’d make eleventy billion dollars and wouldn’t need a subsidy. But we can’t have that. Unless it’s a legal casino. Then we subsidize heavy rail to their door.
Sigh. Ah well! So it goes. Your host is gradually decoupling from work this week, and a brief hiatus commences tomorrow. To compensate for this shameful laziness, today brings three Lance Lawson mysteries. Solution around the late afternoon. Good luck!


Another hiatus?
Good grief, you've been off and on more than the Smothers Brothers.
By the way, is it just me or is the evil secretary in today's L.L. a really hot little minx?
Good luck with the jury, Lucrezia.
GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY!