Curtains for Eastland

It looks like the end for Eastland Mall in Charlotte as it loses one of its two remaining credible anchors. It’s sad, really, but I saw it coming twenty years ago when I managed a surf and skate shop across the street from the place. I’m actually pretty surprised that its taken so long for it to get to this point.

I guess when you’ve worked in a dying mall, you recognize the signs earlier when another one starts to go south. Back in 1986, after only eleven years in operation, the lustre was already fading at Eastland. The more upscale Southpark, a few miles away, had stolen all the “buzz” with a remodel and a generally more impressive array of stores. Eastland never recovered; it was still healthy, but no one seemed very excited about it. It was just sort of a utilitarian place that was starting to feel just a little bit tired, not unlike the entire neighborhood surrounding it.

By 2005, when I moved back to Charlotte for a year, the mall and the neighborhood had pretty much had it. It’s an unfortunate truth in the United States that as an area’s complexion becomes increasingly brown, capital tends to start fleeing to other areas. Regardless of whether this flight is due to racism or economic reality, the disinvestment eventually becomes emotional as well as financial, and the area begins a slow, steady decline into urban decay. East Charlotte is well into that slide now. It was inevitable even before the gunshots and gang violence started that the mall would be an early casualty.

It’ll take a year or two before it all comes to an end. The really ugly period, though, will be about five years from now, when Eastland is a big, vacant, rotting carcass whose stench has befouled the entire neighborhood surrounding it. This will be the period just before it’s either torn down and replaced by a Wal-Mart, or perhaps taken over by some government entity.

It’s too bad. Eastland had a good, thirty-plus year run. That’s more than Carolina Circle got.

Welcome to December

Why yes, my new decoration really does put me in the Christmas spirit, thanks. After all, I’ll probably be doing a significant chunk of my Christmas shopping there. And it’s so cute with the little skylights and all.

And no, I don’t really care how much they paid the person who hand-painted it.

Things I love today:

  • Pop-up Video re-runs on VH-1 Classic: my only complaint is that no one ever shows my favorite: the Pop-up Behind the Music with Leif Garrett, which was one of the single funniest things I’ve ever seen on TV.
  • My fast food cup overfloweth: The McRib and Burger King’s Italian Chicken Sandwich have returned simultaneously.
  • Best of all, in only six more days, I get to have my boy home for nearly an entire month. Which is nice, because it’s getting cold here.

Slow News Day

If Wachovia opening a new ATM across the street from Bank of America — in a city where both banks have operated for decades — warrants a front-page “news” story in the Observer, I expect an entire commemorative edition the next time Bojangles opens a fast-food joint across the street from a Hardee’s.

Must’ve been a really slow news day in Charlotte yesterday.

Christmas at Home

We’re a week away from our first Christmas in the new house. There are lights. There are presents. Domesticity abounds.

Mark has posted his salute to the Christmas spirit. I’ve done my annual posting of the official Otherstream Christmas anthem. Our wish lists (mine and his) are both available for last-minute browsing. All is well with the world.

We made our first fire Saturday night. We plan to spend Christmas Eve and morning in the basement, since that’s where we keep the fireplace. This particular Christmas morning will be especially nice since it will (a) be the first one in our new house, (b) be the first one I’ve ever spent adjacent to a fire, and (c) will allow us to wake up and have our morning to ourselves without having to share it with my parents or whomever, but will still allow us to drive over and spend the afternoon with them.

Apologies for all the domestic bliss and stuff, but Christmas is the squishiest time of year, after all.