Posted on 07/27/2013 3:25:09 AM PDT by Zakeet
I would bet youtube has some KC and the Sunshine Band. I am a remote viewer and projected that thought into your sleeping mind. Sorry, I won’t do it again. But you were dreaming that the Republican Party would become conservative and grow a spine again. I didn’t want you to be disappointed when you awoke so I overlaid the KC and the Sunshine Band thought. It was wrong of me.
Small world and a lot of talent out of one high school. No one of any importance graduated from my high school. Unfortunately that includes me.
Most convertible owners in urban areas leave the doors unlocked to spare having their roofs slashed. Unless you have a very high end stereo system, it's more cost effective than replacing the convertible top.
Still no update about the perp?
Lol... ;)
It did send a chill up my spine when I got to your post.. o.O
LOL
: ) thanks for not being mad.
Class of 72 was full of lawyers, doctors, business mid-managers (me), and druggies. Funny but a few of the druggies have the most wealth after all these years, but most are dead or walking dead.
Believe it or not, I did not know any druggies in high school. But I remember students sneaking out of sock hops (that’s what we called the dances after football games because they were held in the gym and we had to take off our shoes unless they were sneakers) to drink.
What an interesting place to live, with the fascinating history in a town now barely more than a century old.
Kendell was on the edge of South Miami, forty years ago, and now there's no interruption of population density and traffic past Homestead. A city as stable as a sandcastle on the geological timescale.
Since about 1970, there has been a kind of oscillating wave manifesting in periods characterized by ruthless violence, slowly increasing in frequency and nihilism.
A great place to live if one is reasonably well off and cautious, but unimaginably harsh, as harsh as the Everglades in August, on its good and evil poor people, and an above-average population of state-supported and impoverished mentally ill outpatients.
But, with high fences and a screened-in pool, and well-stocked ammo, etc. (you know, the "necessities" everywhere, these days) I'd probably risk living there still.
Does not sound like retreat was an option.
As far as Eric Holder and Barrack Obama go, it would be best if they both retreated, to whatever crap hole they came from.
Sneaking a drink was OK. But the druggies didn’t go to high school after hours events
Maybe we were neighbors.
I grew up at SW 27th ave and Coral Way. Went to Miami High.
After I got married moved to Sunset Dr and 98 ave.
My kids went to Killian. Fled in 1984.
My oldest son and 2 grandkids survived (barely) Andrew.
Pedro Vargas perp
I can still remember the jingle, and politician more questionable than today, like Claude Kirk.
Ironically, I witnessed the rise of Lawton Chiles, and now his niece or grand-daughter in-law, I forget, stumbled into the U.S. Senate seat, last time around.
Neighbors? Very close, in Time and in Space, though probably not at precisely the same era. And each era in Miami differs and is the same as every other era there almost as much as that squatter's camp on the Potomac. Went to Palmetto, Junior and Senior, exiled in '73, returned sporadically a decade later. Dad worked for Eastern management, so it was a kind of Golden Age, personally.
Let's see. S.W. 109th Terrace, and on Old Cutler Road, both first-owner houses, amazingly, both still extant though they were right under Andrew's path. One of the two houses looks it, too.
For all the downsides, and it's a tough call, I guess I was never happier in any one place than between the ages of 13 and 15, 1970 to 1973, just south of South Miami.
If you knew where to look, you could still see old Florida, the Florida of Flagler and Julia Little, and a lot of the Florida of the Forties, rapidly going the way of the Lockheed Super Constellation.
I've got to be careful. Memory of a memory of a memory scrubs the awkward moments, and the time stands out in stark contrast to places lived in before and after those days.
Without laboring it further, you can still find a strong hint of Florida as it was in eastern North Carolina, in the right season. Wilmington reminds me a lot of our Miami before the Cocaine Rush, and Hyde County (the last undeveloped mid-Atlantic, earliest settled, largest and least populated county in the State) offers that same taste of ancient, early 20th century Florida, if one knows when and where to look.
Take Care!
North Carolina's beautiful.. glad your blood pressure's down...
My mom and step-dad both worked for Eastern. That’s where they met. My step-dad was a mechanic for over 30 years. My mom only worked there about 5 years. Can’t remember exactly what she did but it was office work. Broke my heart when they went bankrupt. Lots of people in Hialeah worked for airlines. Had neighbors who worked for Pam Am and BWIA. The good ole days.
That is why in some states it is legal to shoot arsonists. So many of these events seem to start with the bad guy starting a fire at his home.
Texas Penal Code - Section 9.42
“A) to prevent the other’s imminent commission of
arson, burglary
...
B) the use of force other than deadly force to
protect or recover the land or property would expose the actor or
another to a substantial risk of death or serious bodily injury.”
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