I used to like going into the B&N nearby and looking at the Florida shelves - some really interesting photos and stories. Never interested enough to buy them though! Maybe that's why they went out of business.
Maybe if we tell people that the brain is an App, they will start using it.
Great memories-and sadly,memories only in many regards.
I barely recall when the Palmetto Expressway was built.Palmettos and cows.
Lived in North Miami.Walked to school;Benjamin Franklin Elementary. My dad was a Yacht Captain,Trumpy "Sinbad" was berthed at the Richard bertram docks on the Miami River.Some of my good buddy's dads were captains also.
Kevin Neroni and I specialized in Miami river tarpon fishing when we were in junior high-Miami Herald outdoor writer Jim Hardie ran a piece on us.
Haulover Pier. The rockpit lakes at 103rd,119 street- crystal clear,most of the shoreline wild/undeveloped,perfect for kids access and enjoyment.Mitchell lake if you knew someone.The south shore undeveloped,we trespassed to fish,faced gun point by the land owner,ended up becomming friends with granted access to the property for fishing.
Later I would access these waters with a Sears Jon Boat.And then the eastern Everglades canals. We fought back mimi Jet Port in the eastern Glades,by the time I was in high school the region's hunters had rallied around the Big Cypress,pushed back the Jet Port and general assumption that Miami would grow to meet Naples
Great fishing behind the Crippen car dealership at 125 st and the bay.
Learned to sail on 119th street,sailed an Optimist pram at Dinner Key,bay.Snapped a mast off near Hawk Channel.Oh God!....thy sea is so big,my ship so small.
Thomas Sasso public pool in North Miami,named after a family friend.
Target shooting west of Davie.Huge crowds.
The neighborhood of my youth now unsafe to walk in.Basically a slum.Last visit human hair for strange religious practice being sold at ye' ol local grocery on 17th ave.
Hunters are present yet relatively uncommon in Florida :wink
I was the youngest of 4 boys and in the 60's and 70's my dad would take us there on Saturdays to get 10 burgers apiece with a birch beer.... doesn't get much better than that.
I also played football at Coral Gables High and our annual game against Miami High would draw 50,000 plus at the Orange Bowl. The Miami Dolphins were lucky to get half that amount.
Biscayne Gardens elementary school and Thomas Jefferson Junior high (Before the expressway was built). Fished the Biscayne canal with an 8' "pram" and 5 hp buccaneer. Used to catch bass and small tarpon in the same places. I could go from 139th st. to the Carol city airport upstream and lift my boat over the dam around 135th st and go to the bay downstream. Miami was a cool place to grow up back when it was part of the United States.
Took my Whaler to Beachland Elementary in grades 5 & 6. Tied my boat to a tree near the ramp and walked through the woods to class. The less fortunate Painter brothers came to school barefoot every day year-round. Brown bag lunches. Softball every day. Trolled home for jacks and snook; left my rod in the boat and it was always there. Sometimes stopped for a coke and peanuts or a key lime pie at Poe's. No lifejacket, no safety cut-off, no VHF and no helmet; I somehow survived. Big adventure was either running up to Sebastian Inlet or down to Ft. Pierce.
Hardtop ended 3 miles South on the beach side, enough driftwood to build a mansion. Hardtop ended in Wabasso. The Wabasso bridge was entirely wood; I can still hear the sound of cars going across it. Swimming out to the boiler. Surfing. Dodgertown-my father came home one evening with Sandy Kofax and Don Drysdale in tow, I suppose all semi-lit. They gave me an autographed ball and being a Yankee fan I ended up using it as a regular old baseball (one of life's regrets). Bass fishing 3 miles West of town. Driving at 14. Drive-in movies and drive-in food. Fish, gators and snakes everywhere. Manatees were very rare; I guess there weren't enough people around to attract them.
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Plenty of good memories
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I barely recall when the Palmetto Expressway was built.Palmettos and cows.
Lived in North Miami.Walked to school;Benjamin Franklin Elementary. My dad was a Yacht Captain,Trumpy "Sinbad" was berthed at the Richard bertram docks on the Miami River.Some of my good buddy's dads were captains also.
Kevin Neroni and I specialized in Miami river tarpon fishing when we were in junior high-Miami Herald outdoor writer Jim Hardie ran a piece on us.
Haulover Pier. The rockpit lakes at 103rd,119 street- crystal clear,most of the shoreline wild/undeveloped,perfect for kids access and enjoyment.Mitchell lake if you knew someone.The south shore undeveloped,we trespassed to fish,faced gun point by the land owner,ended up becomming friends with granted access to the property for fishing.
Later I would access these waters with a Sears Jon Boat.And then the eastern Everglades canals. We fought back mimi Jet Port in the eastern Glades,by the time I was in high school the region's hunters had rallied around the Big Cypress,pushed back the Jet Port and general assumption that Miami would grow to meet Naples
Great fishing behind the Crippen car dealership at 125 st and the bay.
Learned to sail on 119th street,sailed an Optimist pram at Dinner Key,bay.Snapped a mast off near Hawk Channel.Oh God!....thy sea is so big,my ship so small.
Thomas Sasso public pool in North Miami,named after a family friend.
Target shooting west of Davie.Huge crowds.
The neighborhood of my youth now unsafe to walk in.Basically a slum.Last visit human hair for strange religious practice being sold at ye' ol local grocery on 17th ave.
Bill Hast of the Miami Serpentarium. One of my Heros. One of the first to Inject himself with poisonous snake venom to build an imunity.
I didn't see Royal Castle though.
I was the youngest of 4 boys and in the 60's and 70's my dad would take us there on Saturdays to get 10 burgers apiece with a birch beer.... doesn't get much better than that.
I also played football at Coral Gables High and our annual game against Miami High would draw 50,000 plus at the Orange Bowl. The Miami Dolphins were lucky to get half that amount.
Thanks for the great memories.
Cheers
Eric
PLANE FISH N
Took my Whaler to Beachland Elementary in grades 5 & 6. Tied my boat to a tree near the ramp and walked through the woods to class. The less fortunate Painter brothers came to school barefoot every day year-round. Brown bag lunches. Softball every day. Trolled home for jacks and snook; left my rod in the boat and it was always there. Sometimes stopped for a coke and peanuts or a key lime pie at Poe's. No lifejacket, no safety cut-off, no VHF and no helmet; I somehow survived. Big adventure was either running up to Sebastian Inlet or down to Ft. Pierce.
Hardtop ended 3 miles South on the beach side, enough driftwood to build a mansion. Hardtop ended in Wabasso. The Wabasso bridge was entirely wood; I can still hear the sound of cars going across it. Swimming out to the boiler. Surfing. Dodgertown-my father came home one evening with Sandy Kofax and Don Drysdale in tow, I suppose all semi-lit. They gave me an autographed ball and being a Yankee fan I ended up using it as a regular old baseball (one of life's regrets). Bass fishing 3 miles West of town. Driving at 14. Drive-in movies and drive-in food. Fish, gators and snakes everywhere. Manatees were very rare; I guess there weren't enough people around to attract them.
You're 47. You grew up somewhere else and move to South Florida in '90. :wink