*chuckle* My father would die to be called white trash—it’s actually very very firmly middle class...I grew up there as a teen in the 80’s and it is the demographics that you say, even still today from what I understand. It’s proximity to Goulds and South Miami makes it kind of iffy though. We knew many people, including my dad, who worked on base—I even took a few college courses there in my late teens. It did indeed change when Andrew came through and I made my leave as well.
The jetty off Black Point is truly lovely...although from pictures I’ve seen it looks as though some of it was washed during hurricanes—sad that.
“Black Point”
One of my old stomping grounds in the late 70’s. Used to race cars on long stretches of roads leading to nowhere and drink at an old, shacky bar at the marina on the creek with regulars that looked like they walked out of a Hemingway novel.
There used to be a Nike missile battery on the road leading to the marina. At night the missiles were illuminated, an awesome sight.
Did you ever swim at the cliffs where Old Cutler Road crossed a canal? I think it was Snowden Creek, or Centurions.
We may have bumped into each other then. My inlaws at the time lived there, as did several members of my family. I lived just north of Eureka drive, but I traveled there often.
It was a working class neighborhood, and as "trashy" as parts of it were, they were mostly good people, I have many good memories. That neighborhood was particularly hard hit by Andrew, but all the people pulled together, took care of each other, and armed themselves to the teeth and took care of crime that way :)