|Red eye on Main Street, Dallas|
So we found the Red Museum (see website here) in a historic part of town which was all about Dallas. Skirting oil and JR, Dallas is actually not about any of that at all. Oil wasn’t discovered here – it was further south and east. Actually there is no reason for Dallas to be here. It was a Mr. Bryan, a British eccentric no doubt, who found in the 1830’s a ford over the Trinity River and thought that maybe a township on a nearby bluff and ferry service would be a good thing and attract people to the area – he then laid out a city in his mind and bought the land for 1 cent per acre.
|The Red Museum with one of the many downtown car parks in the foreground. This is Dallas 'downtown'!|
He was right. Sad to say Mr. Bryan ended his days in an insane asylum in Austin and is buried in an unmarked grave, curious to me as Texans love memorials and there are none of him suggesting that maybe there was a darker side to Mr. Bryan that the museum didn’t share.
|The window through which the shots were fired|
Fascinating to go back through all this. On reflection JFK and Winston Churchill (who also died around this time) were probably my earliest memories of politicians with JFK undoubtedly being one of the few Americans. My memory of the incident was when the TV interrupted my favourite programme of the week to make the announcement in England. Solemn music followed for hours with occasional news updates. One of the panels in the museum said Walter Kronkite interrupted his programme within an hour of the event taking place in the US.
|"And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do for your country".|
The remainder of the day was rediscovering the joys of public transport. Dallas has the D-Line free shuttle that circles the city so we did until we found somewhere that seemed to have a bit of life, a part called Uptown. An old tram ran up the street that houses Uptown so we took that to the end and strolled back.