Homegrown is a Good Thing, Plant That Bell and Let it Ring: There Is Life in Downtown Dallas!
|Hey, I thought you couldn't have beers over 40 ounces in downtown. Hi-yo. Thanks, I'll be here all night. Or, forever.|
We arrived 'round 3 and stayed close to four hours and filled some free time by wandering the skyways and tunnels of downtown (even the 6-year-old who lives in my house can't understand why Dallas has "an underground food court" and why there are no stores save Neimans). Some attendees remarked upon the sparse attendance during hot-n-humid daylight hours (the Statler is both remarkable mid-century modern masterpiece and estimable breeze barrier); others thought it was just the right side of comfortable. And by the time we left, as The O's were taking the stage and the sun was dipping beneath the skyine, the park was starting to fill up with people and the slightly buzzed promise of what's to come.
Now, if only they'd open the park cafe -- the Lily Pad, which was supposed to be up and running for the fest but wasn't -- and get some real retail downtown and make parking free and ... well, another time, another place. Till then, jump for a few photos of the fest. And a reminder: They really need to fix that "Statler shroud."
|Looks like it's time to retape the paper intended to cover up the Statler's dead windows.|
|His name is Bob ... Bob Crawford, of course, who wandered Main Street Garden with his ever-present companion keybs.|