His first project is the Dolphin Mall in west Miami. The developer is Swerdlow.
I wish him luck, Miami is a tough market.

There was always something about the "Cobbster" name (for a particular combo you could get at the snack bar) that was neat. I heard many people mention the "Cobbster".

I can still remember every single note of Cobb's policy trailer music that was in use in 1996 and 1997 before Regal took over. I was so used to it that no other policy trailers "sounded right".

I was kinda sad when the Cobb name disappeared, but I never took much to that "Cobbster" name. Anyway, I'm too young to get nostalgic about it all.

>Anyway, I'm too young to get nostalgic about it all.

Well, Jerry, you're probably not missing much. Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

Sorry, that one was just too easy.

Jerry, since you're a Cobb guru, did you ever hear any strange stories about Madison Square 12 being haunted? There was a thread about this topic (haunted booths) long ago, but out of the blue a few weeks ago, someone asked me what was at Madison Square 12 before it was built and I told him it was probably a field. Then, he said the reason he was asking was because it's a well-known fact that it's haunted. I was shocked. Of course, I tend to not believe these types of things, but the guy insisted that many people that worked there knew there was "some entity" there. Have you ever heard anything like that? A ghost would be a pretty neat thing to blame for poor presentations.

FWIW, Hoover Square in B'ham had an assistant manager die in the concession storeroom. I remember, because we had a city manager's meeting the following morning and Freddie Dobbs came in after we were scheduled to start without the second Hoover assistant. I asked Freddie where he was, and Freddie said he had died. Freddie could be a cut-up who pulled stuff off with a straight face, so I didn't believe him for quite a while. That storeroom gave me the creeps after that. I wouldn't mind dropping dead in a clean booth during a show, but I'd hate to meet my end in a storeroom facing a rack of bag-in-a-box.