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5 things in Dallas to be thankful for this Thanksgiving
The Wi-Fi is down at the lodge in Estes Park where I’m staying, so I’m typing this on my iPhone. Which means a) blame autocorrect for the mistakes; b) no links or Elsewhere or Retweets; c) today we’re gonna try some cliched link-bait!
To that end, here are five things in Dallas for which you should be thankful:
1. Klyde Warrren Park
I know. It’s getting such universal praise, it already feels trite praising it. (See Jim Schutze’s post on Unfair Park. Google it, lazy.) But this city does so many things wrong — see “Bridge, Margaret Hunt Hill” — that we shouldn’t feel bad about cheering the few things we get right.
2. City Councilwoman Angela Hunt
I’m biased, as I’ve gone from a journalistic admirer to campaign consultant to friend, so take this for what it’s worth. But when Hunt is term-limited out next year, we in her district are going to look back and be fairly shocked at all she’s been able to accomplish given the weak council system we have and that she never gave up her role as council rabble-rouser.
3. Food critics
I think we’re in something of a foodie golden age in Dallas. Start with CultureMap’s own Teresa Gubbins: When she isn’t the one who breaks restaurant news, it’s shocking, am I right? The pair at the Dallas Observer, Scott Reitz and Alice Laussade, are unpretentious and smart. And Nancy Nichols at D Magazine still has excellent taste and is fearless about skewering even her close friends in the biz. It’s all very delicious.
4. Back on My Feet Dallas
This local chapter of the national, nonprofit, help-the-homeless program does astonishing work in a low-profile way. (Full disclosure: I’m not a member, but my girlfriend is.) Simply by running with homeless residents most mornings (at the criminally early time of 5:45 am), it gives people who are trying to better themselves a feeling they belong, that they matter, and that gives many of them the confidence needed to escape homelessness. It’s pretty amazing.
5. Our museums and galleries
When I was arts editor of the Star-Telegram, it was understood that Fort Worth kicked the crap out of Dallas when comparing museums and galleries. Today, not so much. The DMA, the Nasher, the Perot, the Sixth Floor, the Crow, smaller galleries like PDNB and W.A.A.S, the once-a-year Art Conspiracy, the ones I’ve forgotten — they make us feel like a city full of smart, cool people. And how often can you say that?