We live in Miami, right?
Just checking.
The Herald recently published a long, tabloid-esque exposé on the sordid past of real estate developer Mark Siffin, who has undeniably-positive notions for the burgeoning Performing Arts Center neighborhood.
Siffin wants to take some of the land around the PAC and (gasp!) not build condos--instead, build something for the people to do. (And maybe put in a parking lot, so people who are going to the PAC have a place to park?...because there isn't any parking built yet?...just an idea.)
The scuttlebutt: it seems Siffin had a few indiscretions with, oh I don't know, heroin trafficking or something. Oops. And the Herald's article blathers on as if it matters. Last time I checked, the real estate industry wasn't exactly a bastion of the moral and the chaste. Is this really the best the Herald can do?
Blah blah blah, the guy led a wild life. So did half the people in Miami. We have become too obsessed with Googling every name we see to drag out every little mishap. If he is the only one with the brains to realize something needs to happen before another condo goes up around the PAC, then let the man build his building. That neighborhood needs something besides a couple of fancy theaters. As long as we don't see Siffin on any Dateline stories about pedophiles.
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