A WALK THROUGH THE BONEYARD

 

SAGE ADVICE

 

THE BEST ADVICE A MAN COULD EVER RECEIVE

There Is Something Foreboding About A Railroad

 

 

The Devil In Disguise 

 EVERY WOMAN'S DREAM AND EVERY     MAN'S NIGHTMARE

SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN

 

Vice City Bean

 Sometimes gentrification has its benefits.  On the southern outskirts of Wynnwood in the middle of new glass palaces sprouting up like weeds and two blocks from the Adrienne Arsht Center (a government boondoggle if there ever was one), lies Vice City Bean, a quaint little eatery that serves up strong, black coffee, old school style. Despite the powerful brew, the place still has a strong whiff of nouveau chic.  Young hipsters wearing the obligatory knapsack walking in after parking their $5,000.00 bicycles out front.  Out the (again) obligatory Apple laptop as they pretend to be pecking away at the next great American novel while sipping some concoction that is as far removed from my black coffee as Texas is from California.  And what is it about adults wearing replica jerseys of their favorite sports stars?  I did that when I was ten.  For God's sakes, grow up.  Well, here is a view of the landscape on a sunny Sunday morning.

And the surrounding area is of course an microcosm of Miami itself.  The old on the verge of extinction while the new marches forward unaware of the urban landscape it is dumping into history's memory hole.

Just remember, as we mourn yesterday's passing, one hundred years from now, these reflective towers and their accompanying eateries will be symbols of a nostalgic yesteryear all being demolished in the name of progress.  Or as the French would have it, plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.