The street that winds through my Miramar neighborhood has a very misleading name: Bass Creek Road. The body of water adjacent to BCR is a canal, not a creek; fishermen still reel their lines here from time to time but never catch anything; and the stretch of concrete that leads to my gated community is so broken, it doesn't deserve to be called a road.
A man drowned in the Bass Creek canal not long ago. I thought of this earlier today while I parked my car on the grass and stared into the murky waters. A few blocks from here, a Miami gardener was struck and killed by lightning in May, the first lightning casualty of the year.
The canal smells like feet dipped in mayonnaise. I took a whiff, gagged, and thought of other recent headlines that have involved South Broward: A motorcyclist killed after crashing into a car making a wrong turn in Hollywood; the likely demolition of Mayday's Restaurant, the oldest building in Pembroke Pines; a man who robbed a Hollywood check-cashing store dressed as though he were going to prom.
My job requires me to visit as many robbed stores, hotels with dead bodies in them, bloody car accidents and random crime scenes as I can fit in one day. There are times when I think South Broward is just one crime shy of Armageddon.
But then I think of things like this, a sky view of the Hollywood shoreline:
Are there any places in South Broward you go to relax and forget our impending doom? Any sites you think are beautiful or should be checked out? I'll go to these places myself and blog about them if anyone has any suggestions.
And just one more question: is there anybody out there who has actually caught a fish in the Bass Creek canal?
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