ah, new jersey

When it's pouring out and the inhabitants of my house are displaying varying degrees of cabin fever (my sister practiced the entire War of 1812 Overture drum part in the living room while Kevin whistled an accompaniment), what can a Jersey girl do but flee to the one haven available to her? No, not the Pine Barrens, but instead the shopping mall. The only problem is that everyone else also has this same train of thought and also flees to that air-conditioned nirvana -- creating a overly crowded and oppressive atmosphere throughout the would-be haven.

Therefore I propose that someone think of building huge playground-like structures for teenagers -- a sort of glorified hamster wheel for those young adults
with lots of energy but not lots of cash to spend. I'm too disillusioned and cynical to spend my afternoon in a mall but I'm also too antsy to just sit at home and read for days on end.