Where Have All The Good Malls Gone?

I was raised a middle-class valley girl. Like, back in the day when you said “Omigod!” complete with mandatory high-pitched inflection, instead of the current, and grody to the max, “OMG!”

My first job was at the mall, selling baked goods and frozen yogurt to assorted mall rats. Amidst the aroma of chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin, I traded cookies for records with the rad Wherehouse Music dudes and…