After being shut down for a little over a decade, the newly renovated Caribbean Marketplace in Little Haiti will bring life back into this tight-knit enclave.
The Marketplace opened in 1990 and closed just nine years later due to structural and financial problems. The Northeast Second Avenue Partnership was involved in the building’s renovation.
Executive director Joann Milord says one of the reasons the Marketplace shut down was the building's lack of air conditioning. That contributed to its physical breakdown -- mold grew and the building started to decay.
For decades, the ACE Theater on Grand Avenue has stood as a historic monument for blacks in Coconut Grove. During a time of segregation in the 1950s and '60s, the theater provided blacks with a place to gather, watch popular movies and cartoons and offered employment opportunities.
Florida International University hosted an open iftar event yesterday, July 3, where Muslims and non-Muslims could experience breaking fast. The event was hosted by the school's Muslim Student Association and PakSA.
The money was hidden at the hospital where Elton Aguilera was born. He and a friend drove over. Once they parked, they ran. "My heart was pounding," he recalls. "I was sweating. Just the excitement, the adrenaline." Not long after, he found a white envelope taped to a fence. It had $50 inside.
Instructions on the envelope encouraged him to take a selfie with the winnings and to follow In South Florida, a local online marketing group.
They come to put their dead relatives and friends on a T-shirt.
A young woman clutches a photo of her murdered 16-year-old brother. He grins at the camera, his right hand clutching a gun. Three young men line up to pay homage to one of their friends, a “street soldier,” with his Facebook profile picture.
It's been roughly one year since WLRN-Miami Herald News staff left One Herald Plaza, the former Miami Herald building. 1HP will soon be demolished completely, but the building will always be rife with touching (and bizarre) memories.
This #FlashbackFriday, WLRN and Miami Herald reporters, editors and human resources staff take us back to their memories of 1HP, with nine things you probably didn't know about the iconic building.
*Editor's note: The eighth memory in this post contains a graphic, uncensored image.
During Miami Music Week, some earnest, intellect-stimulating events sneak their way through EDM's unruly buzz. Maybe it'll just be you and another bespectacled, mustachioed friend. Maybe you'll run into one of us.
Miley Cyrus planted twerking in the national consciousness last year when she shook herself onstage at the MTV Video Music Awards. But since the pop prodigy performed in Miami last weekend, at the AmericanAirlines Arena, she should know the provocative dance was born in this city.
We drive about 60 miles round-trip to get our tortillas these days. I don’t wish to think … as an accountant might… how much gas that costs per tortilla …… but these tortillas are worth it … partly to the see the face of the 70-something woman who sells them to me from her little bodega. She sells lengua and such too. Her shop is named “Moreno’s” and I urge you to make the trek. It is down in the bosom of our South Florida’s growing region … which encircles the appropriately named village of …. ‘Homestead’.
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The way my mother taught me to make cinnamon toast was to start with raisin bread and toast it to perfection.
She might have timed it by how long it took her to jump into her waitress work uniform before slathering it with rich and creamy Wisconsin sweet butter. Then she sprinkled a combination of sugar and cinnamon out of our plastic, yellow ‘baseball player’ figurine bottle that was covered with wax paper tucked under a red metal lid tha t doubled as the faux baseball boy’s ‘cap’. She usually slathered enough butter on the toast so that the cinnamon and sugar mix slide over the top of it like grains of sand dancing in the ebb of an ocean wave.
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The majority of times I have enjoyed oxtails has been in the classic Cuban dish named, “Rabo Encendido.” The translation is literally “Lit Tail.”
This is supposedly due to the spice level in the dish, but unless I make it myself or have it in the home of another chile-loving person, the spice is mild, while the flavor is great. I love the tomato-ey rich stew that I have eaten since venturing into places like “El Siboney” in Key West years ago. I had it there again recently.
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The first time we rolled down Highway 1 in the Florida Keys was 1971. Sometimes you would not see an oncoming car for 10 to 15 minutes. The darkness on those narrow bridges we crossed was nearly overwhelming.
But above us the constellations came through. The starlight was an explosion of skyward imagery that guided us forth. Now we drive across these islands on the same highway and struggle to find a gap where you hope to find the darkness once again and the attendant miracle of the stars. Returning here, I am reminded of the words of ancient Heraclitus, “No man ever steps in the same river twice for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”