The doomed Keller House, the embattled hot-dog man, the odd Vietnam memorial, and disrespectful Sundown crowds
A few weeks ago, I hailed the appearance of a hot-dog man on Market Square as clear evidence of the square’s success. I’d assumed city ordinances against street vendors were symptoms of Knoxville’s bureaucratic slow-wittedness. I’ve since learned that much of the resistance to licensing a hot-dog vendor on Market Square comes from restaurateurs on the square.
The big crowds who’ve been coming to the Thursday-evening Sundown shows on Market Square have prompted some folks to make one interesting sociological observation. Looking across the audience from behind, toward the stage, you don’t see just hair and hats, the backs of heads. You see fronts and sides of heads. You see faces. At times it appears that only a minority of the audience, the forward third or so, is paying much attention to the show. You’d almost think most of these folks are here mainly to hug, flirt, laugh, drink, and talk.