People make fun of our little 1980s mall, but I will never stop loving it. I have a recurring dream that I come here and it’s kind of like a time machine where all the stores from my childhood are open again and I buy a goblin hand puppet from KB Toys, and the fake ice cubes with a fly inside or a trick pen that explodes with disappearing ink at Coach House Gifts, and we eat here at Corn Dog 7, which is exactly the same now as it was when I was born. I don’t care what anyone says—this mall is a happy place. Tonight we met Ross and Laura at the mall since we haven’t seen any of our friends in the last week or so with the crazy hours we’ve been keeping. Ben and I shared a cheese on a stick (American) and a lemonade, because it’s the right thing to do at the Sawmill Square.
And that cheese on a stick is REALLY better than good.