We continue to greatly enjoy this city, that, according to our guide Patsy, was once described by Governor Perry as the blueberry in Texas’ tomato soup (me, I hope he runs again in 2016).
We began the day with a walking tour of the capitol grounds, followed by the Congress Street and 6th Street Historic Districts. Patsy, who is on her mother’s side a sixth generation Texan, provided a wonderful narrative as we walked.
|This little cowpoke thought he was our tour guide|
|This is Patsy, who was tour guide extraordinaire|
|More of the Driskill|
|Another lovely cityscape with a great story of the community rallying to save the Paramount|
|City motto that you see everywhere: Keep Austin Weird. Even the mannikin has ink|
After the walk we repaired to the Driskill’s 1886 café for a mid-morning coffee and then headed up to the LBJ Library.
|The first presidential campaign I was aware of, 1960. Four years later I was active as a youth volunteer in Johnson's campaign. A year after that I was in the streets protesting.|
Now back in the day I was one of those on the streets yelling “Hey, hey, LBJ. How many kids did you kill today?” in protest of the Vietnam war. But even then, as a budding historian, I knew intellectually that it was much more complex, and the passing years (almost 50 now) have made it, if anything, moreso. Long story short, the Library did a fine job of presenting the complexity of the era and not entirely from LBJ’s perspective. For both of us it was a great, if sometimes wrenching, experience to relive the era, though I was pleased to see my dissertation director, Robert Dallek, commenting in several of the videos. He was working on the Johnson books when I was studying with him in the late 1970s and early 1980s and I know how much agony they were for him.
|Johnson was actually the first president I saw live, though not this close|