Kannapolis City Hall |
Petaluma City Hall |
It’s a
lesson that Kannapolis, North Carolina seems to have taken to heart, perhaps
too much so and definitively contrary to the urban planning approach espoused
by Duany.
I’ll start
with the backstory. In the past few
days, I’ve returned from an annual vacation I take with two old friends. Every year, we pick a different region of the
country to visit and then lay out a schedule of minor league ballgames to
anchor our itinerary. This year, our destination
of choice was Appalachia, with ballgames in Virginia, Tennessee, and North
Carolina.
But evening
ballgames aren’t enough to fill our days, so we’ve evolved into a daily routine
of country breakfasts, brewpubs, and local sights.
We’re
tolerant of each other’s personal interests, so the choice of local sights is usually
driven by individual areas of fascination.
This year alone, we toured a pair of Revolutionary War battlegrounds,
engaged in an extended conversation with a park ranger on the nuances of firing
older artillery, peered through fences at the moldering remains of one of the largest
textile mills in the country, and wandered through the Bristol Motor Speedway.
Because of
my interests, we take regular tours of downtown cores and nearby environs,
looking for evidence of walkability and sidewalk vitality, often in vain.
Thus, we
found ourselves about a week ago driving through downtown Kannapolis, North
Carolina, 30 miles northeast of Charlotte.
We were in town for an evening ballgame between the Charlestown
RiverDogs and the Kannapolis Intimidators.
(If you need to look up the origin of the latter team nickname, you’re
not a NASCAR fan. Heck, I’m not a NASCAR
fan and I knew it.)
There were a
few Kannapolis few blocks that I liked, with shoulder-to-shoulder buildings tight
to the back of sidewalk, but otherwise the development pattern was sparse with
the result that even that walkable portion of downtown was devoid of
activity. (The high heat and humidity of
a summer afternoon in North Carolina could have also played a role.)
Having seen
what we could of walkable urbanism in Kannapolis, we were about to turn around
when we came across the first of four incongruously large Greek Revival buildings,
seemingly plopped down at random on open land a few blocks beyond downtown. The first three were research buildings for
the University of North Carolina. The
fourth was the Kannapolis City Hall.
Later
research found that all four had been based to some extent of the largesse of
an heir to the Fieldcrest Cannon (think towels) fortune. The buildings occupied the site of the former
Fieldcrest Cannon textile mill.
As we
stopped and considered the four massive and seemingly out-of-place buildings, my
feelings were mixed.
To begin, considering
solely the buildings, I liked the architecture.
It was solid and predictable, lacking whimsy, but felt comfortable in a
paternal, steadfast way.
But I strongly
questioned the siting of the buildings, particularly for a city hall. UNC might have good reasons for large buildings
remote from the already thin urban fabric.
But I didn’t think it was how city halls should be sited. To go back to Duany’s words, if a city hall
is to “depict the grandeur of civilization and civic life”, it must be located where
people come across it on a daily basis, not on the straggling outskirts of
town.
But even
more than the siting, I questioned the size of the city hall. I don’t claim to know the architectural
programming for the building, but I know that it serves a town with a
population of 44,000. Compare it to the city
hall that serves my town with a population of 59,000. (Both are pictured above.)
Admittedly,
I don’t find much merit in the architecture of my town’s city hall, which
always struck me as the result of a city council giving a charity commission to
a down-on-his-luck elementary school architect.
Also, there are several administrative functions, including water
department, transit, advance planning, economic development, and police, that
my town spins off to other locations, but may be housed within the Kannapolis
structure.
But even if all
those functions were moved downtown and attached to the current city hall in my
town, it still wouldn’t come close to the Kannapolis City Hall in size. And that’s before considering that my town
has 15,000 more residents than Kannapolis.
Overall, the
feeling was that Kannapolis, using the largesse of the Fieldcrest Cannon heir
as a springboard, had built more structure than they truly needed and perhaps more
that they could afford to maintain.
StrongTowns often writes about communities that are seduced by capital
infusions from higher levels of government or developers to build or to accept
ownership of more infrastructure than they can afford to maintain. It would seem that the same phenomenon could
be true for municipal buildings, with the Kannapolis city hall as an example.
And then
there’s the $30 million cost of the structure, or almost
$700 per resident in a town where I’d guess $700 per person is considered real
money, as it is in most places. Perhaps
Kannapolis was in dire needs of new facilities and some expenditure was
essential, but $30 million seems excessive in a time when many cities,
overburdened by infrastructure, are struggling to remain financially afloat, a
fate that may soon come calling on Kannapolis
Also, the city
hall siting undermines a goal being pursued by the city, the laudable goal of revitalizing downtown. The city is acquiring downtown properties
with the goal of repositioning them to create a more active urban core, a path that
I wish more cities could find a way to follow.
Putting the city hall in that urban core should have been an element of
that plan, but somehow wasn’t.
In our short
visit, there was no opportunity to chat with municipal officials or local
citizens, but I can’t imagine any explanation that would make the siting or size
of the new city hall rational. I
departed disheartened.
Before
closing, I’ll give a further flavor of our baseball travels relative to the
Kannapolis experience. One member of the
traveling party admitted to being spooked by the new buildings. If felt to him as the buildings had been
dropped haphazardly by aliens, aliens who might still be hanging out nearby. He was eager to move on.
Another traveler
had long acknowledged a fear of clowns, especially ones that appear
unexpectedly.
Thus, I could
joke for the remainder of the trip about clowns popping out from behind the
columns on outsized porticos and be assured of having both of my traveling
companions shudder. It made the last few
days of travel quite enjoyable.
When I next
write, my subject will be the critical mass for walkable urbanism. Two articles have recently crossed my desk
that touch upon the struggles of isolated projects that are otherwise touted as
walkably urban. To me, the role of critical
mass should be obvious to the informed observer, but many seem to miss the
point.
As always,
your questions or comments will be appreciated.
Please comment below or email me.
And thanks for reading. - Dave Alden (davealden53@comcast.net)
What a fun way to spend time with old friends! Thanks for sharing your experience.
ReplyDelete