Just for Fun

Back when I was a kid, I thought it would be great fun to get locked in the mall overnight. Of course in my fantasy scenario, I’d have access to all the stores and food court. Back then, all I cared about was the store with the mattresses and the toy store.

Looking back, I can see that my dream of living in a mall was maybe a tad unrealistic. First of all, every one of the stores gets locked up for the night every night. Second, the current malls are nowhere near as fun as the old malls from the 80s. There are no more toy stores or book stores or music stores in the mall. As far as I know, none of the stores in the mall sell mattresses. Basically, it’s all upscale clothing for kids and a Starbucks.

But I like the idea of a retirement community in a mall. If it were up to me, I’d make it as close to the 80s malls with all the loud colors and 80s music as I could get. I’d bring back all the fun stores and make the food court like it was back in the day.

But all this is just me thinking out loud. I think the best part is the memories I have. I imagine that what I remember is probably better than what I actually experienced. I probably have filtered out some of the boring or unpleasant parts.

Anyway, if you could live in the mall as a senior living center, what would you want in there? I’m curious. I’d definitely want an Orange Julius and a Dairy Queen.

RIP, Hickory Hollow Mall

Another piece of Nashville history is going away. In short order, the Hickory Hollow Mall will be demolished to make away for something different (supposedly similar to 100 Oaks Mall for those who live in the area). I have so many good memories from this place from back when I was in high school.

To give a bit of context, the family used to travel up to Middle Tennessee for the summers back when I was young. We’d stay at our property in Christiana, but periodically, we’d trek into Nashville and visit this mall. Those were good days.

I remember they had possibly the best food court ever of any mall in existence. Of course, I’ve only been to 10 malls, tops, so that’s not based on much. But the food court was amazing.

I also remember I had my list of places I HAD to visit during any trip to the mall. Of course, I’d go by Waldenbooks and the music store (which I can’t remember the name of at this particular moment). I’d also make a point to drop by the Family Christian Bookstore.

I had heard that the members of DC Talk liked to hang out at this mall. Or maybe they went there once. Or possibly they shot a music video there at one point. Whatever. I kept thinking I was going to run into them randomly and have my brief moment of fame.

For those of you old enough to remember malls in the 80s, there was a whole mall vibe. You could literally spend the whole day without batting an eye. I even fantasized about getting locked in the mall overnight and having free access to roam around (that was before I saw the movie Dawn of the Dead where flesh-eating zombies invade a mall).

I know this mall has been basically dead for a while now. The last time I was there it was like a ghost town (if ghost towns were all indoors and had stores instead of buildings). It was sad. But knowing that it won’t physically be there hurts my heart a little and makes me a little sad.

RIP to the Hickory Hollow Mall. You were good while you lasted. Thanks for all the memories.

In One Week

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Yes, sports fans. Christmas Eve is but seven days away. That’s exactly one week.

In other words, if you’re like me and haven’t even started your Christmas shopping, it’s time to get crackin’.

I recommend online shopping and avoiding any malls like the plague. I also recommend partaking of a cheg-nog (chai tea + egg nog) from Starbucks at least once during the week.

And on a side note, I’ll take a “Merry Christmas” or a “Happy Holidays” in stride. I’d rather hear a “Happy Holidays” spoken with warmth and good cheer any day of December over a “Merry Christmas” spoken with belligerence and hostility.

It’s not as much about keeping CHRIST in CHRISTmas as it is keeping His love and joy in your heart and sharing it with everyone, regardless of whether they say the right season’s greetings.

Rant over.

More than anything this Christmas, I want all my family together happy and healthy, to see my friend who’s in town for the holidays at LEAST once, to have more cheg-nogg, and to finally have time to read my new Ann Voskamp book.

I want Jesus to be at home in my heart and for people to want to meet Him after meeting me.

I want one day to be able to sleep in with no alarm set for a 5 am wake-up call.

I want each of you to have a very blessed and merry Christmas AND a happy 2014!

What a Night

I met with some friends to see The Great Gatsby in 3D at the Cinema at Green Hills. Well, first let me backtrack a bit.

I started off arriving at The Mall at Green Hills. Not the Green Hills Mall, mind you. It’s the Mall at Green Hills. And when you say it, you have to hold your pinky a certain way.

I had dinner at Jonathan’s Grille. It was one of the best taco salads I have ever eaten in my life. I’m not kidding. I’m pretty sure I’m not exaggerating, either. It was pretty darn good. I think all other taco salads in the future will have to live up to this new standard of spicy awesomeness.

Then I went to the Starbucks where my friend used to be a manager and where I had a memorable evening hanging out with another friend (she probably doesn’t know this, but that was one of my best days ever). Needless to say, I have a lot of good memories there.

Then I strolled around the mall itself for a bit. I bought a much-needed car charger for my iPhone at the Apple Store. Thus, flush with the heady sense of accomplishment, I headed off to the cinema.

I met with one of my friends and we devised a strategy of saving seats for the others. Really, the strategy was that she sat at one end of the row and I sat at the other. Not too taxing for a Friday night.

The movie itself was a grand spectacle, as is the case with most Baz Luhrmann movies. It was very visually appealing with well-chosen music to heighten the drama and the intensity of the story. I do have to admit that I still prefer the older 1974 adaptation with Robert Redford and Mia Farrow, but the new version is amazing nonetheless.

At the end, I got separated from the group and got turned around and ended up exiting through the entrance doors. In other words, typical me. I sat in a chair in front of Starbucks for a little bit, then went home.

I have to give kudos to my amazing Green Hills Community Group for being a great group of friends, each of whom I hold dearly in my heart and admire greatly. Thanks for another great Friday night!

It’s the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)

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According to the Mayan calendar, the world ends tomorrow. Or more accurately, according to some interpretations of the Mayan calendar, the world will end tomorrow.

I seriously doubt that. Or as the English might say, “Balderdash!”

I’m 98% certain that Friday, December 21, will be just like any other December 21 in recent history. The streets around the malls will be ridiculously crowded and the lines in the stores will be out into the parking lot. As with any other day, Nashvillians will be out in force, driving badly and generally ignoring most of the traffic rules and regulations (and stop signs and red lights, etc).

I remember the famous words that Jesus spoke once that people have also tended to ignore. He said, “But concerning that day or that hour, no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son,but only the Father. Be on guard, keep awake.For you do not know when the time will come” (Mark 13:32).

No one knows. Not the Mayans. Not John Hagee. Not Pat Robertson. Not any of those TBN preachers. Not you or I or anyone. No one.

Jesus said, “Be ready.” Live every day like it were the last one and like Jesus could come back at any moment.

Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today. Don’t leave any conflict unresolved. Don’t go to bed angry. Don’t leave words to loved ones unspoken, thinking you will have another day to get all these things done.

Write that letter. Send that email. Make that visit. Speak the words, “I love you,” as often as you can to those who need to hear it from you.

Yeah, these predictions about the end of the world make as much sense to me as the lyrics to that old REM song “It’s the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine).” I just know there’s a part in the song where everybody yells “Leonard Bernstein” for apparently no logical reason. We should all randomly do that tomorrow. For fun.