Melody and I were driving from El Paso to Marfa, Texas last week to see Donald Judd's aluminum boxes and Dan Flavin's flourescent lights. As we were cruising down highway 90, I was concentrating on not running over the tarantulas that were crawling all over the road so I wasn't paying attention to the featureless landscape on either side of the car. All of a sudden, Melody said, "I think we just passed a Prada store". I said I thought that was unlikely, but Melody said we should turn around and check it out. As I was doing a three point turn on the empty highway, Melody suggested that the Prada store might be some Art. She was right.