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I was at the paper from 1982 to 1990, and made it downtown in 1984 after stints in various bureaus. I can’t imagine that any newspaper in the country had a better view out the windows. We gazed upon the bay neighborhoods of the Venetian Isles, and Hibiscus and Palm and Star islands; the seaplanes taking off for Bimini and the Bahamas; cruise ships coming in and out of Government Cut; the distant hotels of Miami Beach; the spoil islands in the bay that the artist Christo surrounded with pink plastic, turning them into giant flowers. Birds. Sailboats. Helicopters. Water everywhere. Blue skies.
We didn’t know how good we had it.
One Herald Plaza: Notes from an Irish wake, by Joel Achenbach
What I find astonishing, though, even after all these years, is that people in South Florida actually believed it was a good newspaper, and not the mediocre, hidebound obsequious mediocre rag it was compared to other metropolitan dailies. Best example: the Duck Capon years.
ReplyDeleteI still remember sunsets from the newsroom. Sad to see such a great staff slowly slip away... The good times live on for those who still remember what once was The Miami Herald.
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