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and it just dawned on me why, this morning.

picture being 3.5 years old in december, 1980. i remember walking into gimbal's department store (it's now macy's) and it was snowing a little; i presume we were doing last-minute shopping, it was crowded.

then, my mom was paged over the loudspeaker. "would mary gibson please come to the..." i can't remember if it was the information desk or what, but we ended up in the manager's office. it was all brown and 70's, in great need of an update.

mr. manager had to tell my mom that her husband had passed away. i remember sitting on the orangebrown couch wondering why mom was crying, using up all of mr. manager's kleenex, and really wanting to go home. mom's good friend, paula, was back at our house... she was the one who got the call and had to find us at gimbal's.

i think that's why i don't care for the hilldale mall.