Having grown up around Dallas, I’ve done almost all of the “touristy” things when I was little, but now that I’m older I want to make sure I fully experience the city I call home. The main goal of the day was to be at the Reunion Tower (the “big ball”) around sunset.
Before that though, I was excited to check out a place I’d never really been to in the day: Deep Ellum (Elm). I’ve spent a lot of nights on Elm, bar hopping and checking out concerts, but there was a whole other side to the District I’d never explored.
After a coffee jumpstart (of course) at Murray Street Coffee, we just started walking. Deep Ellum is mainly two streets – Elm and Main – that house bars, venues, restaurants, and a collection of the most random shops you’ve never been to. There’s a few places (such as Murray) that close by six, which was the main draw of our Deep Ellum day walking.
I love this District because it’s close to my home, but also because of all the artistic folks that seem to flock to it. There’s graffiti all over, always new, always interesting. And the second highlight of this adventure: Deep Vellum Books.
I love independent bookshops. This shop also houses their small publishing company, responsible for publishing fresh voices and cavalier ideas. The shop is small, but full of treasures, and I spent a long time reading the backs of covers and even starting a handful of stories. They were all great, so I was ready to buy one of each. (I controlled myself and bought only one.)
They also had this incredible coin machine, where for fifty cents and a twist of the rest wrist, out popped a short story complete with matching cover art. It was pretty cool! I used all the quarters in my purse and took home original stories from local writers. We checked out a few more shops, had a good time in the sun enjoying ice cream at Wild About Harry’s.
Finally it was time to head to Reunion Tower! I have a vague memory of going there with my dad when I was a little girl. I just remember it being really dark and not too many people. At that time (unless my memory is worse than I think), there was just a chainlink fence from floor to ceiling around the outdoor viewing. My dad picked me up and put my feet standing on the single waist-high bar and I leaned against the thin, cold fence to look out at the city. I remember being excited and scared and dazzled.
There was no chainlink fence on this reunion visit (sorry, couldn’t resist). There were much sturdier iron bars and while I wasn’t afraid for me, I was comically terrified I would drop my phone. Every picture where I got even close to the edge, I had two hands tightly gripped to my phone. It was so weird! I just imagined it would slip any moment and be lost to the sky.
The weather was only a little chilly and the 360* view was amazing. I spent a long time looking at every edge of my city and watching its’ inhabitants movements. As the sky deck cleared out and the sun started to descend, I felt happy. I’ve spent a lot of time traveling, making it a point to discover new places, but it’s always a delight when I can find new things to love about my own hometown.