There’s something sad and poetic in the transformation of Xanadu to its new identity as American Dream at The Meadowlands. It’s in the turn of that phrase – “American Dream.”
Because the “American Dream” I grew up knowing cannot and should not be associated solely or in any official way with the type of mega-capitalism this facility will embody. The “American Dream” I know has more to do with equality and opportunity, and less to do with building a retail temple where locals and tourists alike may gorge themselves on all of the denim-coated Cinnabons America has to offer.
Of course, I’ll be glad to have a year-round artificial Hawaii within a quick drive.