Hot Cat of the Day: Harvey is the sweetest and most rambunctious cat I've ever known, so Damian and I have been dying to catify the house a bit more for him.
After doing away with my huge CD collection, we cleared out a space over the weekend for a way-too-big-for-an-apartment-our-size cat tree, and the only one more excited about it than Harvey is us!
Funny they should write this story about the death of (actual) malls seeing as I was just up the other night researching what happened to my childhood home-away-from-home, Fiesta Mall, which residents once rated as their favorite place to shop. (My first job was at the nearby (and later-condemned) Fiesta Village AMC movie theater.) Coming from a mall mecca like suburban Detroit -- where everyone identifies where they live based on one's home's proximity to a mall ("near Oakland Mall") -- the bar was pretty high when we arrived in the Valley of the Sun.
But when it opened the fall after we moved to Mesa, what 12-year-old queen could resist the allure of anchor stores like Goldwater's (founded by the storied politician's grandfather), Diamond's (owned by the familiar-to-us people behind Hudson's) and The Broadway Southwest (founded by the man who developed Holmby Hills)? All of that glamour, plus an Orange Julius, Spencer Gifts, Fiesta Travel (where I booked my first ticket to NYC in 1985), Musicland (where I bought "She's So Unusual"), Wherehouse Records (where I cut class to buy the "Island of Lost Souls" 45 the Tuesday it was released) and, of course, Judy's, where all the New Wave kids bought their clothes. But as you've undoubtedly heard, tastes and shopping habits have changed over the years. And after watching Diamond's become Dillard's, Goldwater's become Robinson's (later Robinson's-May) and everything becoming Macy's, Fiesta Mall is now one of the country's most notorious (and saddest) "dead malls." RIP.
Lots of great mall history over at the Department Store Museum HERE.