Zette wrote:
It is a beautiful city. Here’s the Chamber of Commerce website. There, you’ll learn that Money Magazine named the Queen City one of the ten best places to live in America.
It has a rich history of entrepreneurship and love of Freedom. In fact, you’ll find Independence Blvd, Freedom Drive, Freedom Park, and Liberty St. there. They are particularly proud of the quasi-documented Mecklenburg Declaration of Independence that preceded the national declaration. (Charlotte is mostly in Mecklenburg County). They are also proud that a British General called the place a “hornet’s nest”.
The nation’s largest bank, Bank of America, is headquarted there in a spectacular post-modern building that also houses the North Carolina Blumenthal Center for the Performing Arts. You will find oodles and oodles of public art uptown (don’t make the mistake of calling it “downtown”) since the city has an ordinance that requires that all building projects include 1% of their budget on public art.
Most of the skyscrapers are banks, all among the nation’s largest. There are more banking assets on Tryon Street (sort of the main street) than in any place outside New York city.
It is an amazingly cosmopolitan city. Relatively few of its nearly two-million inhabitants are natives. Its city-limits population is larger than Atlanta’s and its traffic can sometimes be just as bad, but it is ringed by three loops (one of which is a scenic boulevard), and is criss-crossed by two Interstates that intersect just outside the uptown area.
It has a charming “we’re growing!” spirit that permeates the whole place. It loves attention, and it hates being called “Charlotte, NC”. The people believe that they have earned enough status to be called simply “Charlotte”.
The biggest drawback is perhaps the street naming convention. There isn’t one. You will find that Billy Graham Blvd changes suddenly to Woodlawn and then Wendover and then Sharon and then Eastway and then Sugar Creek … and I’ve probably left a few out.
Years ago, when we were moving there, my then wife and I got lost. When we came upon the intersection of Queens, Queens, Queens, and Queens, we just looked at each other and burst out into laughter. (We learned later that Queens Road is a figure eight.)
There was also an exit sign on I-77 that proclaimed “Northwest Freeway East, Highway 16 South”. Well, that had every point on the compass covered, so there were actually people who would pull off onto the shoulder and stop, trying to get their bearings!
They’ve since changed the name of Northwest Freeway to Brookshire Freeway.
I moved away from there many years ago, but I do return from time to time. Next to San Francisco, it is probably my favorite place in the country. Be sure to check out the gallery crawl on North Tryon if they still have that. It’s a two or three block collection of art galleries featuring wonderful local and regional talent.
Enjoy.