Boxing Day
Malls have sort of fallen by the wayside in the 21st century.
Back in the day, a trip to the mall was a full night out.
A big pretzel or a cinnamon roll just after you walked through the door, a stop by the arcade for a few games or air hockey, a visit to the music store, and then the food court followed by a movie or the watering hole for a bunch of beer.
We didn’t wander out to the Galleria Mall too often because it was a little further, and the car was always unfindable in the parking lot.
Place was always packed.
Last night, it appeared that Boxing Day was taken a little too literal.
“Fights break out.”
The news story was a roaring headline.
There were reports of shots being fired...
...turned out to not be true, thankfully, but plenty of people were posting video.
The fights were said to be gang-related and there’s were a bunch of them.
It was pretty nasty and I thought a little bit about the men and women who were just at the mall to return a bum Christmas present or two.
The place was under lockdown.
Social media was all a flutter about who was involved and why they’re all degenerates.
(Plenty of the posts were tinged with racial overtones).
I read as much as I could before I got a little too sad about the state of affairs.
Kids just getting in way too deep...
...spilling into the community.
Perhaps that is where we are headed...
...back to the days when men walked around with guns on their hips.
The days of law and order...
...are no longer.
The FBI and DOJ are trashed daily.
Kids are dying in cages.
And I keep thinking about back in the day...
...when going to the mall meant a movie and a few games at the arcade.
Damn.
I’m getting old.
‘Cause I’m fearful of the future, I guess.
Back in the day, a trip to the mall was a full night out.
A big pretzel or a cinnamon roll just after you walked through the door, a stop by the arcade for a few games or air hockey, a visit to the music store, and then the food court followed by a movie or the watering hole for a bunch of beer.
We didn’t wander out to the Galleria Mall too often because it was a little further, and the car was always unfindable in the parking lot.
Place was always packed.
Last night, it appeared that Boxing Day was taken a little too literal.
“Fights break out.”
The news story was a roaring headline.
There were reports of shots being fired...
...turned out to not be true, thankfully, but plenty of people were posting video.
The fights were said to be gang-related and there’s were a bunch of them.
It was pretty nasty and I thought a little bit about the men and women who were just at the mall to return a bum Christmas present or two.
The place was under lockdown.
Social media was all a flutter about who was involved and why they’re all degenerates.
(Plenty of the posts were tinged with racial overtones).
I read as much as I could before I got a little too sad about the state of affairs.
Kids just getting in way too deep...
...spilling into the community.
Perhaps that is where we are headed...
...back to the days when men walked around with guns on their hips.
The days of law and order...
...are no longer.
The FBI and DOJ are trashed daily.
Kids are dying in cages.
And I keep thinking about back in the day...
...when going to the mall meant a movie and a few games at the arcade.
Damn.
I’m getting old.
‘Cause I’m fearful of the future, I guess.
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