I hear the train a comin’
It’s rollin’ ’round the bend,
And I ain’t seen the sunshine,
Since, I don’t know when,
I’m stuck in Folsom Prison,
And time keeps draggin’ on,
But that train keeps a-rollin’,
On down to San Antone.
From “Folsom Prison Blues”- Johnny Cash
A few weeks ago, Urban Ambles was heading to the Sierras for some recreation, and pulled off I-50 for a rest in Folsom. Why Folsom? Well, we, er I, have a history there. You see, at my last firm, I worked briefly on a large shopping mall in Folsom: “Palladio at Broadstone”, and a small piece of it has been completed, and I wanted to see what it looked like. And so, this is Part 1 of our holiday tour. And incidentally, while you can hear the train a comin’ at the prison, you can’t hear it here cause its on the other side of town. Happy Holidays!!
For the most part , I have focused my blog on urban places, hence the name. Not having a car, I don’t often find myself outside the reach of public transit. But getting up here absolutely requires a car, which I had at my disposal this day. But seeing and commenting on suburban locales is equally vital. In terms of the holidays, there is of course all the usual reports from Rockefeller Center or Union Square, but the reality for many Americans is that their holiday experiences have more to do with places such as this. And as I detailed in my post of several months ago, I literally grew up next to a mall myself, in a suburban town.
But I must say, Folsom ain’t much like my hometown. This area off of I-50 is a veritable clusterf#&#!k of all types of retail centers and suburban housing types - strip centers, big boxes, power centers, gated multifamily complexes, mcmansions, and yes, a half-finished mall, or as they are now known , a lifestyle center. It is this center’s parking garage that I worked on briefly a couple of years back. The cinema and garage recently opened, but the rest of the center’s opening is delayed.
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