Sweat pours down my brow as I'm walking on President Street in late July. The weatherman predicts at least 100 degrees, but with concrete surrounding me, it already feels like it has surpassed that. My purse feels like sticky plastic against my arm, and my cotton T-shirt begins to feel like itchy wool.
As I begin my walking tour, "downtown Mecca" doesn't come to mind. Sure, it's not Chicago, Los Angeles or even Atlanta, but it has it's own charm.
Sprinkled throughout the downtown area are historic buildings with ornate Greek and Roman details. Nestled at the corner of President and Pascagoula streets, City Hall remains strong as one of the oldest buildings in the downtown area. According to rumors, General Sherman, a Mason, didn't destroy the building because it housed (and still does) a Masonic lodge.
Redevelopment has breathed new life into old buildings such as the old Greyhound Bus Station on Lamar Streetnow architect Robert Parker Adams' officeand the Central Fire Station on President Street, now the home of the MetroJackson Chamber of Commerce. With help from the revitalization on Farish Street, the Jackson Police Museum is just steps away from the historic Alamo Theatre next to the Farish Street police substation.
As I gaze in the windows, photographs and memorabilia line the walls of what used to be a dry cleaner. Walking in the door, I am immediately drawn to the large yellow machine with an arm outstretched. Known as the Rob-1, the Jackson Police Department purchased the machine in 1995 for the bomb squad. Though the department has replaced Rob-1 with other machinery, officers used it several times to assess suspicious items.
The museum also commemorates officers killed in the line of duty and displays items seized during arrests. A homemade gun, bongs, nunchucks and brass knuckles are among the objects on the shelves.
After winding down the streets and moving back toward the eastern side of town, I pass the Old Capitol, with workers scurrying like ants to renovate the historic building. Next door, men carved in stone show valor, pride and pain at the War Memorial Building. Crossing Amite Street, the newly built Mississippi Department of Archives and History building shines in the sunlight. Behind MDAH, I stand above the Mississippi Fairgrounds, a seemingly deserted parking lot.
I move on past the Old Capitol Inn, the home of the best crab cakes I have ever eaten. Looking at the full parking lot, I believe the people inside would probably agree with me.
I end my journey at the Eudora Welty Library, named after one of the most famous Jacksonians ever.
Jackson might not be the like the big cities Eudora Welty traveled to, but she came back to the place that I, like many, still love to call home.
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