No Rick, I made a cautious venture into reality and left the generic Minneapolis for my true home of Bloomington for all to see. I stopped short of giving my address and posting a google earth picture of my home.
Although part of Minneapolis, we are the fourth largest city in Minnesota and of course home to the Mall of America.
In line with your comment about being more accurate in your location, I can't tell you how many times on the last cruise, when somebody asked, "where are you from", I would reply with the generic "Los Angeles", only to find out they were from Huntington Beach, Irvine, Newport Beach, all right next door.
That wasn't really too interesting, was it; time to say goodnight.
Sure, I know where you are speaking of. The Mall of America is for some a wonderland of places to spend and get things. The Mecca of materialism.
We truly only go there when we have guests from out of town. It has it's own "theater district, two food courts and literally hundreds of place to eat including fine dining.
I prefer having what was there before; Metropolitan stadium where I would hang out as a boy and wait for the ball players to come out. I remember Harmon Killebrew walking out to his car with his arm on my shoulder. They were common folks then and it was certainly a different time.
Where am I going with this? A trip down memory lane. Dinner attire at the Mall of America? Anything you like.
Your last post was interesting because we often find out that people do know what we are talking about and it is a small world.
It sounds like a small town. I grew up in a small town (2 sq. mi.) where everybody called the two police officers by their first names and nobody locked their doors. Yes, Viirginia, once upon a time there was such a place in Los Angeles County.