On the top is my house on Redwood Lane, Key Biscayne, Fourth of July 1961. We were among the first families to build on the Key. This is one of the legendary Mackle Company homes, that cost around $5,000 via the GI Bill for vets of WWII and the Korean War. (These are selling for a million now.) All the fathers when I was a kid, were WWII vets. This was an awesome house. You might think, why be upset, because this house is simple and old.
You might think that, but you would be wrong. On the bottom is the monstrosity that was built in the same place, in 2007. Apparently, some wealthy developer bought the old house only for the purpose of tearing it down, to build a monstrosity in the same space, and sell it for millions. The house on the bottom sits squeezed in the same lot, with no yard, except in the front, a Mackle home on either side. It towers over the other homes, destroying privacy, it has a Spanish-tile roof, that can blow off and be deadly during a hurricane, and numerous windows with strange curves and shapes, that will be impossible to cover during the next big storm. I have no sympathy for the current
chumps owners, because I’m vindictive and pissed off and mean.
You may think, wow what a nice mansion. I think, those SOBs tore down my house, and built a chintzy piece of elaborate crap that’ll be heavily damaged in the next Category-3, in a wonderful family neighborhood. And to be fair, it’s not the only old Mackle home (which have survived many hurricanes, because they were built to last) that has been razed for pure profit. On Redwood anyway, most of the other homes have been beautifully updated, expanded, but they are at core, the original houses.
Yes, the mansion would be nice somewhere else, but it isn’t “somewhere else,” it’s sitting on my past and my memories.