A treetop view of the mall’s rise and fall
When my husband, Dave, was a little fellow in 1960, he used to go across the street to the neighbor’s stand of Douglas fir trees and climb one of them to the tippy-top. There’s no evidence his mom knew that’s where he was, but he wouldn’t have been able to hear her from there anyway. In his experience, adults frowned on that sort of activity, particularly the adult
