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Regency Square opened in March 1967 as “the Southeast’s largest enclosed mall-type shopping center,”3 surpassing Atlanta’s Greenbriar Mall,4 which opened in 1965.5
I generally admire Amisano’s work, but judging from this photograph, the mall’s interior was hideous, even for the 1960s: dull brick, drab tile flooring, and a color scheme evocative of urine.
If you look closely, you can see the mall’s centerpiece: an “inverted fountain” that was touted as “novel” when the center opened.6 I’ll take their word for it.
I’m more interested in the well-tailored bitch glaring icily at the photographer. If looks could kill, darlin’.
This undated postcard was published by the Duval News Company of Jacksonville, and included the following description on the back:
THE AIR-CONDITIONED MALL
REGENCY SQUARE SHOPPING CENTER
JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA
Amisano was undoubtedly hired to design Regency Square because of his work on Lenox Square in Atlanta, which was touted as the largest shopping center in the Southeast at its opening,7 a title it still claimed in 1966,8 although it wasn’t enclosed until 1973.9
Lenox still survives—and thrives—as an Atlanta retail institution, but Regency Square hasn’t fared so well in Jacksonville. After years of steady decline, demolition of the mall began in September 2026.10 11
Another mall bites the dust.










You delight in fear
And place your full trust in it.
You feed on fear daily,
Enchanted under its dark spell.
You’re thrilled with fear’s ease:
It dictates your choices for you.
Fear comforts and nurtures you—
It shrinks your world to a manageable size.
You love that fear quenches your light:
God knows, you’re too cowardly to shine.
You’ve yielded to fear’s constriction
And it has made you passive and weak.
Fear now consumes and smothers you:
It has rendered you stupid and boring.
You’ve abandoned your soul to fear;
Cloaked yourself in its claustrophobic snare.
It’s made you small and inconsequential.
What a fucking waste of life.

River oats (Chasmanthium latifolium) are one of my favorite plants that grow throughout the Piedmont region, and it’s a sure sign of autumn’s arrival when their seed heads begin turning brown.
The seeds typically drop by late November, and rain disperses them throughout the winter months, ensuring that bright, new clumps will appear in early spring.

River oats prefer at least some shade and are often found in low, moist areas, but they’re tough little bastards that thrive practically anywhere—even in harsh urban conditions.
On my first visit to Philadelphia, I was happy to see them growing in abundance along the sidewalks. This is where I’m supposed to be, I remember thinking. Nature shows the way.








The moment is delicious.
That thought came to me this morning,
Delivered, as are all messages from beyond,
With a tiny prick of light.
And that is what we each of us is,
At our core—
A small speck of luminance.
No need to overthink it.
Still, we insist on identifying with our bodies—
The heavy costumes loaned to us
For this brief, silly play.
We weigh our wardrobes down with
Stupid little stories
And gibberish beliefs:
A childish trick to bury our light.
Yet we are all pinpoints linked to each other
On a grid we cannot see,
Much less fathom.
Those who transmit their light
Are few and precious—
And very often despised for it.
But only they receive the message of the moment.












This friendly fella’s name is Chas, and he’s been greeting drivers north of Norcross, Georgia for over 50 years.
Chas is made of welded iron and was designed by Dan Jackson, who was commissioned to create the sculpture circa 1972 by the owner of R&R Auto Parts,2 later succeeded by GO Pull-It.
Chas was apparently named for Charles Newport, an employee of R&R Auto Parts from 1969 to 1977, although the figure was reportedly modeled after Newport’s brother.3
Sounds like bullshit, but it makes for a cute yarn.
When the nearby Buford Highway was widened to four lanes, Chas moved from the ground to the top of the sign,4 where I first met him in October 2024, following a rather muted repaint.
Chas’ face was originally white, his tongue was red, and his eyes were blue, but that’s too much color for these dreary times, I guess.