Written around 9:52 on Wednesday night in a hotel suite in downtown Minneapolis, Minnesota . . .
Here I am, in a hotel suite in downtown Minneapolis, Minnesota. I have no idea what states border this one, I have no idea how to work the coffee maker in my room, and I have no idea what to do with myself.
I got thrown out of Barnes and Noble at 9:00. A single-digit closing time? What a bust. So I headed back to my room to play this fun game where I browse all the random names that people choose for their wireless networks and click repeatedly on every single one and then click “Cancel” when I get the prompt for a password that I don’t know. I’m not certain what the object of this game is, but I know that it’s not just to connect to the internet, as one might assume. It’s more complex than that. I could play this game all night.
And I would have, until finally, my battery died and I couldn’t rationalize unpacking the power cord just to prolong my own grievous misery.
I opened a beer and spent the rest of the evening eating cheese and crackers and watching March Madness games. Okay, I checked on the scores, but what I really watched was Field of Dreams.
Field of Dreams takes place in Iowa. Does Iowa border Minnesota?
