Mac, I’m heading over to Cam’s market on Miles Ave. in a few minutes. I will get to again gaze upon the ruin that was once the vibrant Randall Mall.
I’m a Westsider—but my grandpa used to commute-he worked in one of the factories on Miles—in Bedford Hts., I believe.
I’m pushing 50-left home in the summer of ‘78. Randall Park opened in ‘76, I think—My friends and I went a few times—no one had a car so we had a hell of a time getting there, but it was, especially to a kid, amazing. I think for a while, it was one of the biggest malls in the U.S. Beautiful.
Although I went home to visit several times over the years, I never went back to Randall Park Mall. In 2001, I had a chance to go back on a contract job—working in Richmond Hts., on the East Side. I was there 11 months. Long story short, some of my buddies were talking about Randall Park one day—they filled me in, and I went online to read up on it—My God!
What a damn shame.
I didn’t know you lived out that way—I’ve seen your name on here several times, and I always enjoy your posts, FWIW. Thanks for writing.