things ain't what they used to be
Catherine and I were at North Star Mall, one of the better malls in the country for sheer atmosphere and the pleasure of strolling — the exact opposite of those grey carpeted boxes stacked everywhere.
Unfortunately, one junction where there used to be a beautiful plaza with a fountain has now been renovated, with exactly the faux marble tiles that you see at cheap awful malls, and the fountain has been replaced by a vendor selling furry slippers that look like tennis shoes with college team logos on them. Sic transit gloria mundi.
In that same area, there was a belt guy, who makes buckles with whatever message you want in rhinestones or whatever. The five belts he had stacked on display said, in this order:
Catherine's response was, "Can I get one that has *all* those, all around it?"
Unfortunately, one junction where there used to be a beautiful plaza with a fountain has now been renovated, with exactly the faux marble tiles that you see at cheap awful malls, and the fountain has been replaced by a vendor selling furry slippers that look like tennis shoes with college team logos on them. Sic transit gloria mundi.
In that same area, there was a belt guy, who makes buckles with whatever message you want in rhinestones or whatever. The five belts he had stacked on display said, in this order:
DADDY
PIMPIN
SPURS
JESUS
TEXAS
Catherine's response was, "Can I get one that has *all* those, all around it?"
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