The loudest sounds that could be heard at Southtowne Shopping Mall today were the muted footsteps of two young girls hiding from their enfuriated grandmother. Holding an extended index finger over her lips, one of the girls ,eight years old by my guess, quietly gestured a "be quiet," to several tables of onlookers. Grandma, a heavyset sixtysomething rounded the corner outside the dance studio and sent the girls scatterring like pollen in the wind. With a flabergasted huff, grandma walked to a bench, dropped her bags and pulled a magazine from her oversized purse.
Clouds were begginging to darken overhead but the heat and the calm promised the approach of spring. Geriatric shoppers in too-bright-for-anytime-of-year-clothes smiled broadly and complained about the service at Barry's.
A short time later the two girls were at grandma's feet, begging for home and a late winter ice-cream cone.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
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excellent brief glimpse into life in Eugene.
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