Shoppers come and go at the entrance near the food court of the Tucson Mall in Tucson, Ariz.
The Tucson Mall had it all: The Lisa Frank store, the tiny-door entrance to the Imaginarium, the food court with the weird flags hanging from the ceiling where you were serenaded by a live pianist.
RIP Lisa Frank store. Your trapper keepers were everything.
El Con and Foothills malls were basically empty husks with movie theaters and giant parking lots. Lame.
