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PG and Uzi were one week past having run out of places to walk on Sunday. Plus, it was raining off and on. It looked bad, until PG suggested Lenox Square. After the usual delays to watch the end of a tv show, they agreed to meet in the parking deck.
PG waded through the traffic, and found a spot in the deck. He called Uzi, who was pulling past Phipps Plaza onto Peachtree. PG later said that he felt so cool walking around the deck, talking on the cell phone. It was almost like he fit in. Uzi assured him it was an illusion.
Lenox Square is 50 years old this month. PG would ride by as a kid while they were building it, seeing the Rich’s, and later the Davison’s. His mother had worked there for 22 years, and PG spent a summer working at Dipper Dan’s and the Theater.
Uzi wondered why there were so many people at the mall. PG later heard something about a no sale tax weekend, which may account for the crowds. People were lined up to get in the apple store, which PG found rather strange. PG has not been caught by the apple allure.
After a trip around the upper and lower levels, it was time to eat. The food court required careful scrutiny. The samples were tasty. A second trip around the block was called for, but the sample ladies remembered them. A southern food outlet was decided on. PG got some chicken concoction, macaroni and cheese, and collard greens. Uzi asked for fried fish, but was told they had run out. He got something else, collards, and white rice that was dyed yellow. PG liked what he got, but Uzi was not impressed by the rice.
One thing that hasn’t changed in fifty years is the traffic. PG left a bit after six, when most of the stores closed. There were long lines of cars wherever he went.