Oddly, unexpectedly, it was sad to stroll through the empty shopping cemetery. The place was the internet before the internet, our source of entertainment. It was where babies spit up on Santa, girls had their ears pierced for the first time, boys with wispy Orange Julius mustaches ogled the Farah Fawcett poster at Spencer Gifts, and parents ignored the organ demonstration at Fletcher’s Music on their way to Sears.
The mall in its glory was where Friday night football heroes were even bigger on Saturdays, Pat Benatar look-alikes morphed into Madonna-wannabes and hair styles went from feathered to fades like cassettes to CDs at Camelot Music. Indeed, who wasn’t cool at the mall?