My Mom sent me the LA Times from last Sunday.
Remain calm now. I'd been in Oklahoma over a year now. Sure I miss my family, friends, and food stuffs that can only be found in the city limits of a large, multi-cultural metropolis.
But it was only a newspaper. What harm could it do?
Granted, it was the LA Times, which is not always known to present both sides of the story, but for the most part, the majority of the paper was harmless babble, classifieds, feature stories of ladies who lunch while nursing their twins, and dogs that no longer bite after intensive therapy with a trained canine psychotherapist.
Then, innocently tucked away into the Sports section was the doom in newsprint that haunts my waking moments and torments my nocturnal nightmares.
The Fry's ad.
8 full color pages of it.
17" LCD monitors on sale for $129 (after a $90 mail-in rebate). 100 count spindles of DVD-R's for $19.99. iPod accessories to fill the largest of grocery shopping carts. Flat screen TV's, CD's, DVD's, vid games, hard drives, soft drives, medium-soft drives, newspaper drives, warm summer drives with the top down and the radio on.
You name it, Fry's has it. An electronic geeks wonderland of consumerism and 20-year credit card debt.
Dallas would be my closest Fry's location.
A 4-hour drive seems a small price to pay to satisfy my need for an e-ticket ride to geekeyland.