By Michael E. Miller
By Allie Conti
By David Villano
By Jose D. Duran
By Michael E. Miller
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By Kyle Swenson
By Luther Campbell
When was the last time you spent a day by the bay at Virginia Key? When did you last take a casual stroll through Bicentennial Park? Or sit down for a quiet picnic on Watson Island? Shaking your head? Okay, let's try this: When was the last time you visited Greynolds Park? Matheson Hammock? Crandon? Everglades National Park?
Publicly owned properties all of them, and each in its own way uniquely attractive. But chances are you've paid far more visits to those in the second group. And with good reason. Historically the first three A all of them owned by the City of Miami A have been, to put it charitably, somewhat less than enchanting venues for public recreation. That, however, is about to change in a very big way.
Thanks to the wise men at Miami City Hall, Virginia Key, Bicentennial Park, and Watson Island are in the process of shedding their tarnished reputations as haggard old bats -- repositories for bums, trash, and sewage -- and, barring unforeseen obstacles, will emerge as the most beguiling public spaces in all of South Florida.
Virginia Key will be the first to strut down the runway, and what a beauty she'll be. From a dowdy stepchild once consigned to serving the needs of hapless Negroes, and later scarred by the malodorous intrusion of a colossal sewage plant, Virginia's makeover will be dazzling.
On February 12, Miami's city commission took the first bold step toward transforming Virginia Key by approving a visionary plan that will replace its scruffy landscape with a bevy of happy entertainments for the entire family: 500 finely crafted campsites for Winnebagos, trailers, and tents; softball, volleyball, and tennis facilities; hiking trails, bike paths, and playgrounds; docks and boats for fishing and diving; spiffy restrooms and concession stands; even a six-acre water-theme park. Virginia will open her arms wide and offer all this and more at virtually no cost to taxpayers. Standing discreetly in the wings, watchful of every detail and counting every penny in rental fees, will be a small army of crisply attired campground professionals, each of them dedicated to keeping Virginia spotless.
With any luck, Bicentennial and her nameless stepsister, that woebegone slab of concrete on her southern flank, will be next. Call this one a miracle of modern metamorphosis, the rejoining of separated twins. And a complicated operation it will be, for these girls aren't just homely, they've been badly abused as well. Spurned by the very public they were created to serve, overrun by filthy, drug-dealing squatters, the Bicentennial ladies have become A let's face it -- disgraceful hags.
Under the steady hands of our civic surgeons, however, they will blossom into knockouts. In place of forbidding geography and smelly homeless people, the downtown waterfront will virtually burst with amenities such as inviting green spaces, museums, theaters, and convenient parking for thousands of citizens hungry for the main attraction: a rare chance to get up close and personal with the exciting world of cruise-ship baggage-handling.
Poor Watson Island won't be far behind in this renaissance, though she'll be struggling against a long history of misfortune. Many a farsighted entrepreneur has been seduced by this gal's charms, but so far none has been able to score. Sitting pretty as she does in Biscayne Bay, it's no wonder that countless efforts (regrettably unsuccessful) have been made to exploit the intrinsic value of her 87 tantalizing acres -- amusement parks to rival Disney's best, spacious exhibition halls for nautical extravaganzas, performing arts centers, vast parking areas, you name it.
After years of false flattery, you wouldn't blame Miss Watson for being a bit circumspect when it comes to eager suitors, but finally a blueprint has arrived that has her swooning. Imagine a top-of-the-line, deep-water marina for the world's most luxurious yachts and their fabulous owners. That's not all. How about a swanky 300-room hotel for tourist sophisticates? And here's the clincher A a new home (and fully landscaped parking lot) for Miami's most cherished cultural institution, Parrot Jungle. A frustrated virgin no more, Watson Island will glow with the radiance of a woman who has found just the right man.
It has required extraordinary courage for Miami's city fathers to break free of anachronistic notions about public parks that have long stifled true innovation. For generations the philosophical legacy of landscape architect Frederick Law Olmsted has hobbled creative thinkers who bridled under the constraints of his antiquated views. According to Olmsted, city parks should offer people respite from the "cramped, confused, and controlling circumstances of the town [and] the incessant emphasis of artificial objects." They should "supply to the hundreds of thousands of tired workers...a specimen of God's handiwork." Such romantic nonsense may have been fine when he and Calvert Vaux designed New York's Central Park nearly 140 years ago, but new challenges demand new solutions, and Miami's planners and politicians have risen to the occasion.
In their roles as custodians of the public trust, however, these civic prophets have been attacked mercilessly by throngs of shrill critics. Watson Island's vistas are too darling to be marred by a hotel, these critics have groused, no matter where it's located or what its size. Amusement parks and tourist traps A with their traffic, noise, and congestion A would destroy the pleasure of experiencing open green space. Seaplanes and helicopters are incompatible with pedestrians. Furthermore, the place has been allowed to deteriorate so badly that any new development will be viewed as an improvement. Hand-wringing cries of financial hardship have masked an abdication of responsibility to maintain the property for future generations to enjoy. And blah, blah, blah.