My family moved to Miami Springs 35 years ago in 1989. It was life changing. However, I thought Miami Springs was a quiet and serene neighborhood. Yet, on a Saturday morning, I awoke to what sounded like a high speed jackhammer.
“Who the heck is using a jackhammer at 7am on a Saturday…in Miami Springs?”
Finally, this author, a teenager at the time, went to the window to look outside. To my surprise, nobody was using a powertool outside. But there it was again. The sound of repetitive hammering…