I detest “the mall.” Actually, detest doesn’t really express my intense disdain towards “the mall.” I’m not entirely sure when it happened, after all, I was at “the mall” most of my teenage life. I spent most waking hours at “the mall” well into my 20′s, when I could get a credit card from any store offerin’ them. Perhaps it was all those years of post bad credit and mounting interest payments that turned me off. I could probably still stomach Northpark, cuz, for the most part, I sort of grew up in that mall.

However, today I ventured over to Willow Bend because I wanted my copy of Reflection of a Man, and I wanted it signed, and I wanted to meet Allison’s mom. Speaking of, Jerrie Marcus Smith is quite divine. She radiates something very special, just like her daughter. Those lovely women made a trip to “the mall” a pleasant experience again. Perhaps I’ll visit one again someday.

The book is splendid. Truly. I suggest giving to a loved one for the Holiday season. Or do as I did and get one for yourowndamnself.

One thing that did sort of pull at my heart-strings today at “the mall” was the line to see Santa. Wow. I forgot about all those years waiting for hours in line to see Santa with my young’un’s. I rather miss it now. Don’t tell them that though, they might force me to go again…and that would require a trip to “the mall.”