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Made in the U.S.A.

On Sunday, April 5th, the Dixon Gallery & Gardens unveils “Regional Dialect: American Scene Paintings from the John and Susan Horseman Collection.” The traveling exhibit of 57 paintings, dating from 1900 to 1945, was curated by Dixon director Kevin Sharp, who helped the Horsemans, a St. Louis couple, develop the collection.

“There were very strong schools of [American Scene] painting in areas like Cleveland, Nashville, and St. Genevieve, Missouri,” Sharp explains. “There were pockets all over the country, and this was a moment when American artists were very interested in their immediate surroundings and the people who were their neighbors.”

Perhaps the best-known example of American Scene is Grant Wood’s iconic American Gothic. While “Regional Dialect” doesn’t include paintings by Wood or other well-known contemporaries such as Thomas Hart Benton or John Steuart Curry, the exhibit includes works by artists whom Sharp feels deserve recognition: “Many of the names of the artists will be unfamiliar, but what we think we’re doing is starting a new canon of American art. These artists need to be better known.”

Among the 43 artists represented are Carl Gaertner, George Adomeit, Alice Schille, and Joseph Vorst (whose work Good Lord Gives Peace is pictured above).

The paintings of “Regional Dialect,” which span the Depression years and the time between the two World Wars, feel particularly timely. “What we’re putting on the walls is a recipe for surviving the Depression,” Sharp says. “This is a show that represents American character, American values, and the American Dream, in a way. You see lots of images of people struggling to get by but also getting by, always finding a way and helping each other out and being good neighbors — all of those qualities that make this a great country.”

“Regional Dialect: American Scene Paintings from the John and Susan Horseman Collection” at the Dixon Gallery & Gardens April 5th-June 21st. Kevin Sharp will lead a discussion with the Horsemans at 2 p.m. on Sunday, April 5th.

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Food & Wine Food & Drink

Let’s Eat

April
Art of Good Taste — Wine lovers unite for this series of events benefiting the Memphis Brooks Museum of Art and featuring a huge wine auction (55 lots!) on May 9th. It kicks off with a “Spring into Art” artists reception and preview party on April 2nd. theartofgoodtaste.org

Overton Square Crawfish Festival — Mudbugs galore at this festival on April 11th, from noon to 6 p.m. Benefits the Alzheimer’s Association’s Memory Walk. alz.org/altn

Southern Hot Wing Contest & Festival — Now in its new home in the South Main Historic Arts District, this festival, on April 18th, is all about the wings, the hotter the better. Benefits the Ronald McDonald House. southernhotwingfestival.com

Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival — Held on April 19th, at Wagner Place between Union and Beale. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a crawfish race, but the main event is at noon when 500 pounds of crawfish are given away. Benefits Porter-Leath. porter-leath.org

Beale Street Wine Race — Restaurant servers race with a tray loaded with filled wine glasses. What could go wrong? This year’s event is on April 26th.

May
Memphis Greek Festival — Go Greek for this annual event, with loads of delectables, such as moussaka and souvlaki. Don’t miss the pastry shop. This one’s on May 8th-9th at the Annunciation Greek Orthodox Church on Highland. memphisgreekfestival.com

World Championship Barbecue Cooking Contest — The Big One. This year’s Memphis in May barbecue fest is May 14th-16th. memphisinmay.org

Memphis Italian Festival — The Memphis Italian Festival takes over Marquette Park May 29th-30th. There’s serious cooking going on, plus live music, cooking demos, a bocce tournament, and more. Benefits the children of Holy Rosary Parish School. memphisitalianfestival.com

September
Art on Tap — A must for beer lovers, this annual event at the Dixon Gallery & Gardens includes live music, food, and lots and lots of beer from area vendors. This year’s Art on Tap is September 11th, from 7 to 9 p.m. dixon.org

Zoo Rendezvous — A massive party and the Memphis Zoo’s largest fund-raiser of the year. Good eats from 50-plus restaurants and live entertainment. This year’s event is September 12th. memphiszoo.org

October
Kosher Barbecue Contest and Festival — Now in its 21st year, this festival, on October 18th, includes some serious kosher cooking and a not-so-serious pickle-eating contest. Held at Anshei Sphard-Beth El Emeth Congregation in East Memphis. asbeekosherbbq.org

February
Wild Game Dinner — This popular annual fund-raiser for Opera Memphis includes a dinner of wild game, live music, and an auction. Early February. operamemphis.org

Soup Sunday — Soup’s on at this annual event benefiting Youth Villages, featuring soups from 50 or so area restaurants. Get there early for maximum soup-slurping. Usually held at FedExForum in late February. youthvillages.org

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Working Girls

Sunshine Cleaning, a lightly scented candle of an indie film about a pair of sisters trying to straighten out their skewed lives by starting a small business together, is worth seeing for two reasons: its skilled, committed actresses and its Wes Anderson-inflected grace notes.

Amy Adams, that chipper redhead with the Lillian Gish eyes who may have been put on earth to humanize the failures and disappointments of pretty girls in dire personal and financial straits, stars as Rose Lorkowski, a maid and single mom whose sole source of pleasure seems to involve brief hotel-room assignations with Mac (Steve Zahn), her married, high school sweetheart. After Mac tips her off about the money to be made cleaning up crime scenes, Rose enlists her ne’er-do-well younger sister Norah (Emily Blunt) to spray and wipe the leftover blood and guts from Albuquerque, New Mexico’s low-rent, who-cares outskirts.

Director Christine Jeffs and screenwriter Megan Holley handle their male performers with a good-natured shrug, but they don’t really care about the subplots involving Mac, a one-armed salesman (a serene Clifton Collins Jr.), Rose’s huckster dad (an inoffensive Alan Arkin), and Rose’s misunderstood son (an insufferable Jason Spevack).

The two sisters’ crime-scene vignettes are sometimes funny and sometimes unexpectedly touching, as when Rose offers to sit with an old woman too shaken by the suicide in her house to enter the front door. But those interludes are only important to Holley and Jeffs inasmuch as they document Adams’ and Blunt’s efforts to put real, confused people onscreen. Rose’s and Norah’s new business allows them to find meaning in their work — which, along with raising a child, is perhaps the toughest, least glamorous, yet most significant task adults face.

It is nice to see Blunt in a slightly larger role. She was the only lovable hypocrite in The Devil Wears Prada, and her performance as a dangerous, callow teenager in 2004’s My Summer of Love is well worth seeking out. She gets the Kat Dennings/Zooey Deschanel part in Sunshine Cleaning, but she’s awkward and intelligent enough to inflect a stock role in subtle ways. As an unlikely friend, Mary Lynne Rajskub sketches out a tightly wound portrait of female loneliness.

But Adams is the star. Her face is always hovering between abject failure and wide-eyed astonishment, and following those swings is often the most exciting thing about the movie. Rose registers the horrors of unexpected reunions and middle-class female bonding rituals especially well, most notably when she excuses herself from an inane round of baby-shower party games.

Impressively, Jeffs invokes and recreates the tone of the offbeat rites that have briefly illuminated recent Wes Anderson disappointments like The Life Aquatic and The Darjeeling Limited. Sunshine Cleaning isn’t as flashy or as fussy as those movies, but it contains some inventive, lower-case scenes worthy of a 2009 indie-film time capsule, as when Norah shouts with reckless glee that melts into sorrow as a train shoots sparks a few inches above her head.

Sunshine Cleaning

Opening Friday, April 3rd

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Opinion The Last Word

The Rant

Anyone who has ever waited for their team’s game to be televised, while an already decided contest bogs down into

a parade of free throws and timeouts, knows the frustration of watching 30 seconds on the scoreboard turn into 10 minutes of futility. During the game’s first 39 minutes or so, a personal foul is considered an infraction, both for the individual player and the team — something that’s supposed to produce a penalty. Yet in the final minute, a foul is encouraged and rewarded by stopping the action and giving the losing team the chance to steal a victory through, essentially, breaking the rules. It transforms a team game into an individual free-throw-shooting contest, and worst of all for television, it is intensely boring. It’s time for a rule change.

Other rule changes have benefited the game. I can recall when the dunk was illegal, and any player the referee believed was a little too aggressive around the rim could have his shot waved off. The slam dunk electrified the game when it was finally permitted, but the strategy changed from shooting a jump shot or layup to throwing the ball underneath to Shaq and letting him break the backboard. To correct this imbalance, the three-point shot was added to reward the long jumper and reclaim the game from the behemoths beneath the basket. Now, the excitement of a timely three-pointer rivals the dunk.

The shot clock sped up the game and ended the strategy of stalling and sitting on a lead. No one knows the pain of holding season tickets for a team whose game plan is to hold the ball for extended periods of time and only shoot if it’s a layup more than the fans of the Memphis Tigers during the mid-1960s. Moe Iba, who was hired because he was the son of the legendary Coach Hank Iba, proved that none of his father’s success wore off on him by routinely producing games with final scores of, say, 27-24. In the process, he ruined the career of Memphis prep star Mike Butler, who, with the proper coaching, might have been something akin to Pete Maravich. But the fans endured until Iba was finally shown the door, and the shot-clock made certain that such an abomination would never happen again. The excitement returned. The problem was fixed. Now, it’s time to address the game’s final flaw: the excruciating, final-second foul-fest and crawl to the finish.

These last-minute touch fouls that stop the action and turn games into the Bataan Death March should be called by the refs as what they are: intentional fouls. Just because a foul doesn’t knock somebody down, it’s still committed intentionally — with the purpose of stopping the action. Rather than put the fouled player at the free-throw line for a one-and-one, change the rule to make every non-shooting or open-court foul in the final minute an intentional foul and give the offended team an automatic two free throws. Or better still, do what they do in soccer: When a foul occurs in the open field, the offense just throws the ball back in and play continues. If there’s no reward for fouling, the action goes on and the losing team actually has to play defense and sink their three-pointers.

The better team should win, and no basketballer who plays his heart out for 40 minutes should have a game rest on his free throw, unless he was fouled in the act of shooting. I don’t believe Dr. Naismith ever intended for his game to be decided at the charity stripe. And, need I add, that if this rule-change had been in effect last season, my Memphis Tigers would be the defending national champions.

Randy Haspel writes the blog “Born-Again Hippies,” where a version of this first appeared.

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Perfectly Unsatisfied

If you’re like me, you went to see 2007’s Superbad hoping for more of the wit and charm of Knocked Up — a movie powered by much of the same talent and released just two months earlier. And, if you’re like me, you were magnificently disappointed in how Superbad focused on raunch, distilled the boys-will-be-boys factor into a misogynistic vinegar, and dispensed with charisma altogether.

Now comes Adventureland from Superbad director Greg Mottola. In Adventureland, Mottola has — surprisingly — made a fantastic movie despite the circumstantial odds against it. It’s like penance for his past sins.

Adventureland is set primarily at an amusement park in Pittsburgh (think Libertyland except less lame). It’s the mid to late 1980s (literalizing the ’80s nostalgia running rampant in Superbad) as recent college graduate James (Jesse Eisenberg) gets a summer job there running rigged games.

James is trying to save money for grad school in New York City after his cash-strapped parents bail out of funding his way at the last minute. It’s an introduction to the real world for the Renaissance-studies degree holder. Eisenberg nails it as the down-in-the-mouth kid tongue-tied when confronted by hope. Who doesn’t love a guy like that?

At the park, James meets a group of returning seasonal employees, including Joel, the nerd who teaches him the ropes (Martin Starr); the hottie tease, Lisa P. (Margarita Levieva); the repairman who moonlights as a rocker, unable to give up the dreams of his youth (Ryan Reynolds); and, most important of all, Em, the cute girl who actually talks to him (Kristen Stewart).

Adventureland is being marketed as another bawdy, wild comedy in the vein of Superbad, but don’t be fooled. It’s not even all that funny. Sure, there are a couple of scenes with some kind of gross-out humor, and, like Superbad, the heroes are virgins. But in Adventureland that decision is a choice and not the point, and any surface ribaldry is window dressing for what’s really going on in this sweet, teen romantic drama.

God is in the details: While Superbad‘s theme song was Van Halen’s sleazy “Panama” (admittedly a favorite of mine), Adventureland opts for the melancholy of the Replacements’ “Unsatisfied.” The filmmakers fill out the soundtrack with heartfelt cuts from Big Star, Hüsker Dü, Lou Reed, and other ’80s college radio faves.

The camera occasionally slips into impressionistic blurs of carnival lights and finds pretty nighttime glimpses of Pittsburgh out of car windows. Along with an interconnected but episodic plot, this helps define Adventureland as a reminiscence on heady, life-defining days of future present, looked back upon by a participant who can never forget. The film is about what it felt like to experience those times rather than being a passport to the anything-can-happen spontaneity of life lived in the moment.

It marks a sea change for Mottola. He cut his teeth on the TV show Undeclared, but Adventureland is more in the mold of its great precursor, Freaks and Geeks. It’s clearly personal, but it doesn’t settle for nostalgic revelry, instead paying homage to the universal truths of coming-of-age.

Adventureland

Opening Friday, April 3rd

Multiple locations

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News

Memphis Madness

As promised, voting for the Memphis Madness bracket begins today.

We’ve got a young starlet taking on a soul legend, a food family taking on the founder of FedEx, a Flyer editor taking on a weatherman, and — after the disqualification of former Tigers coach John Calipari — two politicians ready to go vote-to-vote.

Who will make it to the Flyer Four?

Click here to vote.

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Book Features Books

Your Call is (not that) Important to Us

Fed up with customer service by phone? God knows you’ve got your reasons: the wait, the runaround, that voice from halfway around the world. Here, however, are some facts:

Every second of every day, 1,363 Americans are on the phone seeking some form of customer assistance …

Read Leonard Gill’s take on Memphian Emily Yellin’s new book.

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Opinion Viewpoint

A Common Code?

Under current zoning regulations, the neighborhood’s streets are too narrow; the house lots are too small; and the grocery store and other non-residential uses are prohibited … Read the rest of Mary Cashiola’s In the Bluff column.

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Opinion Viewpoint

Goners

Yes, HE’S GONE, but the really big headline devalues HE’S BACK in the event of the Second Coming. And the saturation television and print media coverage from Memphis donut shop to Lexington airport might make some people wonder how lean things really are in this business.

It’s a great story, though. It had an interesting main character, strong minor characters, a plot, deception, suspense, a climax, and a quick resolution. All the things most news stories — say the endless Herenton epic, the depressing economy, the confusing stimulus, or the consolidation snoozer — don’t have. And unlike another water cooler favorite, “American Idol,” it matters.

The future of downtown Memphis is tourism, residents, and entertainment. FedEx Forum can’t afford two basketball flops.

Sports can’t save a city — watch the Final Four this weekend in Detroit which has won the Stanley Cup, NBA Championship, and played in a World Series in this decade — but they can give it a monetary and mental boost, a respite from the daily grind. That’s what Calipari did for Memphis better than anyone in the last ten years.

There will be a sequel within a week or two when a new University of Memphis basketball coach is hired and holds his first press conference. He’ll have a Calipari-like contract for at least $2 million-a-year to scrutinize. Let’s hope he has more to work with than a starting five of Pierre Henderson-Niles, Willie Kemp, and three white guys.

In the spirit of the times, the University of Memphis, in a joint press conference with the coach, President Shirley Raines, and Athletic Director R. C. Johnson, should disclose where every dollar of the new coach’s compensation (and his assistants) is coming from. Not that we needed it, but the Calipari story is a vivid reminder that college sports is big and often shady business, and business is way ahead of university athletic departments when it comes to financial disclosure.

The old saw that the athletic department is separate from the rest of the university and generates enough revenue to pay million-dollar salaries demands the same microscopic examination as Cal’s final-day timeline. The University of Memphis is a public institution playing football and basketball in public facilities. Open the books in front of the cameras, without waiting for state legislators to demand an audit, as they did in Connecticut recently.

That won’t clear the air about one-and-dones or ease the hard feelings many people have about all of this, but at least we’ll know what the university and its boosters are paying and why before we go head over heels again.

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Eyesores

Putting together an “Eyesores” issue isn’t as easy as you might think.

After all, where do you even start — or, more accurately, stop? Vast areas of North and South Memphis are almost painful to look at: blocks and blocks of abandoned buildings and decaying industrial sites. And it’s not just confined to regions outside the expressway loop. Urban blight pops up like acne throughout Midtown, East Memphis, Hickory Hill, and beyond.

But to qualify for an eyesore, we decided to focus on specific sites or buildings that stood out from their surroundings — properties that, if improved or even removed — would surely make a difference to their neighbors.

Some things, it seems, never change. We looked at eyesores several years ago in the Flyer, and it was disturbing how many of those properties could have made the current list. The Sterick Building, for one, should earn a Lifetime Under-Achievement Award, since the downtown landmark once proclaimed “The Showplace of the South” has steadily decayed for the past 30 years or so, and in the current economic climate, we don’t expect that situation to improve anytime soon.

But sometimes we find glimmers of light among the ruins. The old Lowenstein/Rhodes-Jennings Building — a Main Street structure so decrepit that barriers were erected around it to shield pedestrians from falling debris — reopened several months ago as newly renovated condos.

So there is always hope, and we present the Eyesores of 2009 with that thought in mind: Boy, these places are ugly, but somebody, somewhere, may be able to make them useful, profitable, and even beautiful again.

1)Celebration Station

I-40 and Sycamore View

by Michael Finger

Celebration Station

Memphians may know how to have a good time, but we sure don’t like paying for it. Entertainment complexes don’t survive in this city. Old-timers can remember long-gone places like Rainbow Lake and Al’s Golfdom, and more recent losses include Skateland, Maywood, Adventure River, Malibu Grand Prix Raceway, and Jillians. (And let’s not forget Libertyland; see below.)

When Celebration Station opened in 1993, it was sensory overload for the thousands of visitors who packed the seven-acre complex day and night. Outside, the place offered two miniature golf courses with brightly painted castles and other elaborate obstacles, a spacious pool filled with bumper-boats equipped with outboard motors (when you grew weary of smacking into other boats, you just turned the motor 90 degrees and put yourself into a vertigo-inducing spin), and a figure-eight concrete race track, complete with an arched bridge and powerful Honda-engined go-karts.

Indoors held a food court, rows of old-timey Skeeball lanes, all sorts of coin-operated arcade games and rides, and private rooms for birthday parties and other events. But then it all came grinding to a stop. In 2001, the owners closed the park for the season, and if they ever reopened, no one noticed. People driving along the expressway surely wondered why it was dark and quiet, and every day, it seemed, the grounds attracted more trash and graffiti. Today, Celebration Station is a depressing shell of its former self. The go-kart tracks remain, but the bumper-car pool is filled with scummy water, and there’s not a trace of the miniature golf courses. A faded sign still beckons, in a mocking way, “Open 24 Hours.”

2)Clayborn Temple

280 Hernando

by Michael Finger

Celebration Station

For better or worse, three landmarks from the American civil rights movement are located in Memphis: the National Civil Rights Museum, Mason Temple, and Clayborn Temple. The first two look a whole lot better than the last one.

The authors of Memphis: An Architectural Guide, perpetuate an urban myth by saying, “In this building, Martin Luther King Jr. gave his ‘I have been to the mountaintop’ speech before he was assassinated.” No, they’re wrong about that; King gave that speech at Mason Temple (just south of Crump Blvd.) on the evening of April 3, 1968. But they are correct when they say this building — constructed in 1892 as Second Presbyterian Church — “is one of the most imposing churches in the city.”

In the 1960s, Clayborn Temple served as a rallying ground for many civil rights demonstrations, and it was often the starting point for protest marches to City Hall. As late as the 1980s, it was still used as a sanctuary, but the years have taken their toll. Membership declined, and it didn’t help when the church pastor resigned amid allegations of rape and battery. “Clayborn has just had problems all around,” said a leader of the AME Church in Atlanta, which owns the property.

In the late 1990s, construction of FedExForum directly across Linden supposedly weakened the rear wall of the old church, and an unstable wing had to be demolished. At one point the Memphis City Council appropriated $150,000 to help restore the building, but the money was rescinded after complicated legal arguments about the separation of church and state. And so for years, it has stood as you see it here, its sturdy grey stonework set off by peeling white plywood.

3)Ambassador Hotel

345 S. Main

by Michael Finger

Clayborn Temple

Early in the 1900s, South Main was a beehive of activity, lined with family-owned businesses, shops, and small industries. Union Station and Central Station brought hundreds of visitors and tradesmen into the district, and many of them needed affordable places to stay, so small hotels and rooming houses opened up on just about every block.

The Ambassador was one of the largest of these medium-budget hotels, a sprawling place that originally occupied three separate buildings. One of those structures burned to the ground years ago, and another fronting on Vance has been converted into nice condominiums. The main hotel structure on South Main closed in the mid-1970s and has remained vacant ever since. In 1997, Memphis Heritage put the Ambassador Hotel on its list of the top 11 most endangered sites in Memphis, but that didn’t inspire any action except to board up the windows.

Over the years, a series of developers have announced they would transform the old building into a thing of beauty, usually in the form of shops or condos, but so far that hasn’t happened. Just about every building on this stretch of South Main has been revamped except this one. The exterior still looks decent, but vandals and vagrants who have crept inside have made a shambles of the interior.

4)Trousseau

1775 Union

by Michael Finger

Ambassador Hotel

It stands like a gray ghost along Union Avenue, a relic from a bygone age that really wasn’t so long ago. As recently as the 1960s, women who wanted the finest fashions in town didn’t flock to the suburban malls — for the simple reason those malls didn’t exist. Instead, they shopped at high-quality stores downtown and in Midtown, and Trousseau was one in an exclusive group that included Helen of Memphis, Minor Francis, Julius Lewis, and others. But when the malls opened, the boutique shops were doomed. Most of them were demolished; the once-proud Helen of Memphis is now a parking lot for Rite Aid.

Trousseau, which opened in 1949 and moved to the present location in 1974, closed in 2001 when the owners opened a new location in East Memphis (which closed a few years later). The empty building on Union is practically surrounded by parking for its next-door neighbor, Schnucks, which badly needs more space, so it’s just a matter of time before the old lady comes tumbling down.

5)Quality Inn

271 W. Alston

by Michael Finger

Trousseau

Developers constantly tout “location, location, location,” and in the 1960s, a motel facing the main highway leading into Memphis from Arkansas probably seemed like a great idea. Opened in 1967, the 150-room Quality Inn did a booming business — for a while. But just a few years later, the new Hernando DeSoto Bridge stretched across the Mississippi River, and most of those travelers switched to I-40. Tourist business along Crump Blvd. slowed to a crawl, the Quality Inn declined, and the building finally closed in the 1970s.

The good news is that the property is in the hands of developer Lauren Crews, who is presently transforming a derelict landmark nearby, the old U.S. Marine Hospital, into upscale residences. “That motel building stands at the gateway, so to speak, for our other developments,” says Crews, “so we certainly want to do something with it.” For a while, the fate of the property seemed in limbo, since the Tennessee Department of Transportation is looking at ways to improve the Crump Blvd./Riverside Drive/Memphis-Arkansas Bridge interchange (a confusing mess for anyone who’s tried to find the National Ornamental Metal Museum), but Crews says that the two options now on the TDOT table will spare the old motel.

“It may look awful from the outside, but it’s a solid concrete building and actually in good shape,” Crews says. “It’s got a great layout and could be easily converted into condos, apartments, or even back into a motel, for that matter.”

6)Medical Center Tower

Madison and Pauline

by Michael Finger

Quality Inn

This is an oddity — one of the city’s eyesores that many people don’t really notice — until they look up and see the empty 19-story building looming overhead, looking quite forlorn. The Medical Center Tower opened in the 1960s as a Holiday Inn, complete with a seven-story parking garage on the lower floors, a nice restaurant, and a swimming pool on the roof. The motel closed in 1989 and sat dormant for several years. In 1995 developers announced they would renovate the structure and reopen it as a smaller Holiday Inn, with some of the lower floors devoted to office space. Well, that never happened, and a year later The Commercial Appeal reported that the building’s status was “murky.”

Over the years, other developers pondered using the building as apartments and offices, but they never did anything about it. Finally, in 2005, the Memphis Bioworks Foundation purchased the property for $500,000 and announced they would tear it down to make more space available for UT Baptist Research Park. No date has been set for its demolition, but we hope they bring it down with a blast of dynamite as they did with the old Baptist Hospital. That was so cool.

7)Libertyland

E. Parkway and Central

by Michael Finger

Medical Center Tower

Libertyland opened in 1976 as “America’s Bicentennial Theme Park.” In addition to rides and midway games, there was a miniature Statue of Liberty and a truncated Independence Hall. Visitors could explore Mark Twain’s Island, get splashed in the log-flume ride, ice-skate in an open-air pavilion, and — you’d generally save this for last — ride the famous Zippin Pippin, supposedly the oldest wooden roller coaster in America.

Across the country, though, children and their families seemed to lose interest in these little homespun amusement parks, lured away by Disney World, “fun line” cruise ships, and other vacation destinations. One by one, the smaller places closed, and Libertyland soon joined the list, as developers announced plans for a better location for the Mid-South Fair and a more profitable use (they hoped) for the property occupied by what one of our colleagues called “Little-Bitty Land.”

The closing of Libertyland was quite a mess. Owners of an amusement park in North Carolina somehow ended up with the entire Zippin Pippin when they wanted to purchase just a few of its cars (especially the one favored by Elvis Presley). Before they could dismantle the thing, however, the city stepped in and declared that sale invalid, but not before just about every other piece of the park that could be removed was auctioned off.

Today the old park should be called Lonelyland. Although Friends of Libertyland bemoan its fate, Henry Turley, developer of Harbor Town and Uptown, among other grand ventures, and a group of investors have unveiled plans for Fair Ground, an ambitious project that would also embrace the aging Liberty Bowl Memorial Stadium and the now-closed Mid-South Coliseum. The only thing they are waiting on is the same thing that is holding up many projects: money.

8)Frisco and Harahan Bridges

Mississippi River

by Michael Finger

Libertyland

When it opened in 1892, the Frisco Bridge was an engineering marvel — the longest bridge in North America and the third-longest span in the world. It only carried one set of railroad tracks, though, so it was joined in 1916 by the Harahan Bridge, which not only carried more trains but also featured one of the scariest travel adventures in the country. A narrow, wooden roadway was suspended from each side of the bridge, just a low railing separating nervous drivers from the Mississippi River far below. An unexpected hazard was revealed in 1928, when sparks from a passing train set those planks afire. Though the roadways were eventually rebuilt, the automobile traffic dilemma wasn’t really resolved until the Memphis-Arkansas Bridge opened in 1949.

by Michael Finger

Harahan Bridge

All three bridges are still in use today, the Frisco and Harahan carrying freight trains on a daily basis. They were so sturdily constructed that they will probably stand for another century. But they sure look like hell, don’t they? The ownership of a railroad bridge can be a complicated mess — often a joint venture between the states and the various railroads who use it — but would it really be that much trouble to slap a coat of silver paint on these things every 10 years or so?

9)Chicago Pizza Factory

Madison, near Overton Square

by Michael Finger

Frisco Bridge

When it opened in 1970, Overton Square was the city’s premier entertainment district, a grouping of some 30 shops, clubs, and restaurants. Centered around the intersection of Madison and Cooper, the district soon stretched down the street and eventually included this building, which opened in 1972 as Sweet Caroline’s and later changed its name to the Chicago Pizza Factory. Overton Square eventually lost much of its appeal, and this business locked its doors in 1989, but the building has remained something of a time capsule. Peer through the windows, and you’d think it closed last night. Tables and chairs, complete with salt and pepper shakers and napkin holders, are still inside, as if diners had just stepped away. The owner, contacted numerous times by potential buyers, steadfastly refuses to sell the property.

10)Chisca Hotel

272 S. Main

by Michael Finger

Chicago Pizza Factory

Old-timers don’t have any trouble listing downtown’s “grand” hotels: Peabody, Gayoso, King Cotton, and even Wm. Len. Then there were the “second-tier” properties, such as Chisca. An imposing structure with nice stained-glass details here and there, it mainly catered to businessmen working in the South Main area. The authors of Memphis: An Architectural Guide dismiss it, commenting that “it was clearly built on the cheap; there is little here that is not strictly utilitarian.” Maybe so, but anyone who held high school formals here in the 1960s and ’70s thought the old Chisca was something special. And it has a historic importance, too, for radio station WHBQ was located off the lobby. It was from here that deejay Dewey Phillips conducted the first on-air interview with a young singer named Elvis Presley.

Like most downtown hotels, the Chisca closed in the 1970s. The property and a newer addition called the Chisca Plaza Motor Court were purchased by the Church of God in Christ, which has made part of the building their headquarters. Unfortunately, the church has allowed the main structure to deteriorate, and upstairs windows have been open to the elements — and pigeons — for years.

11)Third Street Post Office

555 S. Third

by Michael Finger

Chisca Hotel

Not all eyesores are old or abandoned buildings. The post office on Third Street makes our list mainly because we are still bitter about what it replaced — Union Station, complete with domes and arches and tiles and all sorts of wonderful ornamentation, a place the authors of Memphis: An Architectural Guide called “the finest Beaux Arts structure ever built in Memphis.” That came tumbling down in the late 1960s, when travelers took to the skies instead of the rails, and it was replaced by … this.

In the past, public buildings, especially big-city post offices, were grand edifices, with soaring entrances, marble concourses, and other adornments. But this is neither an impressive nor inviting structure. It’s a brutal-looking, top-heavy fortress, three floors of “bushhammered concrete.” Its main entrance is a dinky pair of aluminum doors that lead to a bare parking lot, and everything about the building says, “Go away.” It just makes our eyes hurt to look at it.

by Michael Finger

Third Street Post Office