It was a hot afternoon in Georgia in the summer of 1969. You turned into the parking lot, went up to the glass doors, and walked inside. The air felt cool. The floor was tiled, and the hall in front of you went on and on.
Something sweet carried down the corridor from Dipper Dan, and kids took off toward it. A woman slowed down to look at the Gem Jewelry Co. window.
Farther back, shoppers were lined up at JCPenney, and the line spilled out into the walkway…