Mall Nostalgia

You just knew it was going to happen eventually. We all grow attached to the things and places of our youth. And not just any mall - Albuquerque's Coronado Mall!

I remember Coronado Mall. I remember the pall of Albuquerque winter wood smoke entering the mall, masking the perfume scents and Cinnabon aroma. We were fashion gods in Albuquerque: everyone wore blue jeans. I fondly remember the big set of escalators, and shopping for Christmas presents, and waiting for 'Jay' to punch out from his job of harrassing Sear's deadbeat credit-card customers. That's where I bought a set of kitchen knives, thinking it romantic (apparently it's not).

Nostalgia!