There’s a bit of a Charlotte emphasis today for some reason.
Why Eastland Mall went from bustling to bust
Wednesday is the last day for what used to be “my mall” in Charlotte. I worked across the street from it for three years, it was the place where I did much of my shopping when I lived in Charlotte in the 1980s, an it was even the site of a few moments I’m not going to discuss at length here (user your imagination). But now it’s closing. And that’s sad because like it or not, it’s a part of Charlotte history and a part of my history. And no matter what the new owner does with it, I have a feeling the neighborhood is not likely to recover soon.
City Critic: No Smoking, Please. Or More. We Can’t Decide
This is precisely why I have so much problem with the idea of punishing smokers through exorbitant taxes. While I’m no fan of the demon weed, having been an addict for more than two decades before giving it up in 2003, I’m a bit skeptical of states that use a tax to discourage people from using a product while simultaneously depending on revenue from people who do use it. I’m sorry, but that’s just plain madness.
In honor of the fact that I’m currently reading this…
I’m also thinking of my cross-country trip in 1992 (when I moved to San Francisco and this song was playing in all four time zones at the time) on the occasion of the fifth anniversary of my return trip (when I moved back from San Francisco and this song wasn’t playing anywhere). But more on that later in a non-videolog post. Maybe…
So I’ve pretty much been absent from the site, all forms of social media, and certain aspects of life in general for the past few months. It’s like that when you get a new job at pretty much the same time your husband moves back in with you. Publishing online moves really far down the priority list.
But I’m gonna try. Not necessarily because I think anyone particularly cares anymore, but because it does me some good. And because it serves as part of the “official record” of my life. And because I do occasionally still like to express my opinions on various issues. And because I’ve been doing it so damned long that I’m afraid to stop.
Thus, I’m really going to try to make with the posts again soon. Here. Not on that social networking site, where my primary motivation has always been to keep up with other people (and I’m not even doing much of that lately).
Despite turning over this new leaf and all, though, I don’t have time to say much more today. There’s metadata to write and grants to research and letters from 1895 to scan. And houses to sell. And a boy who deserves all the attention I can give him.