The glamorous Madame La France trained David and Lurel Julius in secret and by night, with the windows of her Flagler Street shop heavily draped. If any white passersby had seen them, the black couple could have paid for their forbidden lessons wi...

The windows of Shelby and Ira's Tavern are painted black to thwart snoops. Inside, the jukebox is the bar's prime source of light. Five bikers clad in sweaty leather stare mesmerized at the lava-lampish orange blobs drifting through the machine's ...

For three months South Miami Senior High's Bobby Paschal refused to tell his family, his girlfriend, and his buddies the topic of his student film. His loved ones were mystified: The fifteen-year-old freshman had enrolled in the media arts class a...

A twilight downpour slicks the potholed streets, and for the moment this crumbling bit of Hialeah glows like a busted rainbow. The huge magenta cube named Foxxy Lady is surrounded by guys braving chain lightning for live, nude girls. One corner do...

When Keely left her Bahamian home, with its pink sand beaches and silk cotton trees billowing clouds of white blossoms, to attend college in Miami, her father agonized. His modest fishing business provided no excess income to send her. How would s...

Sara Fershko's clearest memory from 1941 is that the most beautiful morning of her life as a young musician directly preceded a night so horrific she wanted to kill herself with cyanide. The 24-year-old Warsaw Philharmonic violinist and lyric sopr...