It’s Weekend Time here at FSD, which for us means reading Saul Bellow novels, walking across wet leaves, and eating spicy Thai food. What else? The best place about having a fireplace is it actually gets ‘stoked.’
The time draws near for our Delaware Valley Adventure, and there’s Way Too Many people we plan on seeing…Patricio…Dr. Ward…JoJo…Baxter the Dog. The feckin’ Reason. Molly the Cat. Lex with the Axe. Old Man Gandy. DJ Salem. FELDMAN.
We’ll visit some old, strange places, just to see them. Like the Tri-State Mall, oh man. We just found a blog talking about the TSM, take this random opinion, which completely jives with ours:
i have lived in claymont for 30+ years. tri-state mall was a great place even through the mid/late 80s. i have some terrific kid memories from that place. every store was in use up to the late 80s. movie theatre was great, there was a lounge/billiards in the back corner, shoe stores, chess king(haha), toy store, book stores, arcade, and lots of weird, stereotypical 70s/80s mall-type novelty stores. the yum yum bar was half candy store, half roller-rink style snack bar. geez…i have dreams about that place….oh well. i hate all the talk about knocking it down.
Here’s an even more amazing comment:
I remember the mall and specifically village records, pet store, friends used to work at the orange bowl and pocket on the side all the $$$ they could, Hash was cheep thiose days, Claymont class of 79. Tina used to discount my movie tickets. It is a sad commentary to have gone back there some time ago (many years) and witnessed such a depressing decline. One of the reasons I rarely venture north of Boca Raton! The confluence of Brookview (”Crookview”) and the ever declining corridor from Philly/Chester to Wilmington, how could one not one see the demise. For those of you wishing to see a costco or anything of substance taking its place, don’t nold your breath. Having been on the development side of commercial RE, “it’s ain’t gonna happen” in REIT speak. My suggestion, bull doze and plow, then sow salt into the wounded earth and hope that nothing of such evil can ever sprout its seed again.
I mean come on! Tri-State Mall! The comments on this thing keep getting better and better, as people start to remember the time when someone got up on the water tower and changed the name to Tri-State MalE. Then this miracle of a comment arrives:
I WAS TAKING QUAALUDES AND CLIMBED THE WATER TOWER AND SPRAY PAINTED TRI STATE MALE. THIS ACT WAS THE MOST FAMOUS THING I HAVE EVER DONE, EVEN THOUGH ONLY AL TURKS AND GREGG SHALLUS WITNESSED IT, MOST OF CHICHESTER HIGH SCHOOL DOESN’T BELIEVE ME.
So yeah, Gandys Beach will fuck you up, and so with the Tri-State Mall. And so will the venerable Merchants Square, a crumbling collection of edifices so ancient and mighty that it barely has a Web Presence. And who the fuck wants Web Presence today? We could read about Lost NJ towns and abandoned DE malls all day, and you could just as well read about us reading about them. But what’s the point? Time’s up, get off this thing and go enjoy yourself. Every day we pick up the Times and right there on the front page there’s this chart with an arrow going down. Yeah, well, so what. We’re not going anywhere, the arrow just points down to where we already are, so all it means to us is: Oh Cool, More Friends. Which is fine. Real fine. We’re not publishing because of the cost and we’re not drawing because of the paint and we’re not recording because of the tape. It’s all just a lot of effort and a whole lot of money but hey man talk is cheap so let’s just hang. The arrow points to us and the slide is everyone coming to join. You down? Man when weren’t we.