PORTICO just moved…packed up the little yellow house in Fondren and moved Downtown into the old Tucker Printing House building. While we are a little sad to be leaving cozy and vibrant Fondren, we are, as with most moves, excited and settling in on North State Street with new neighbors and different views.
I had always admired the building, a rambling gem of a place, on a block full of history and innovation. It immediately felt like home: a place to work, a place to live, a place to grow. Strangely, even in the rush it is quieter. I hear the historic corner’s last namesake, Tom Spengler, was a man at the center of Jackson history and culture: discerning and respectful and optimistic. He was connected and caring, serene and confident, rascal and gentleman. Perhaps in the quiet of the buildings I will hear him; perhaps turn a corner walking and glimpse him, a shadowman slipping past, elusive and kindred.
When we set out on this journey over ten years ago, our mission was to celebrate and discover and explore. We trained our eyes and ears on the unique and the familiar around and among us. The plan was not to re-do, but to envision the past and the future, and our place in both. Our hope was to present, unearth and highlight places and people that were perhaps nextdoor, perhaps forgotten. We hoped to remember and remind, to point out that our place and the people in it were inspiration and guide. Our job was simply to chronicle and connect.
Ten years ago, we set out to look, expectant, and hoped that what we found would explain us more than any list. That we would find shared hopes and fears that would bind us. That we would see a road ahead that would join us. That we would feel a part, not because we were alike, but because we were different, radical and certain in our own ways. And there we would be, glimpsed and real, walking to the same place.