Editor's note: After 35 years, Miami's Churchill's Pub in Little Haiti is switching hands and changing course. An oral history on this legendary venue will be published next week.
More than six months ago, my mom gave me a big bag of papers she was still hoarding from my childhood. In it were things like unsent postcards, ugly crayon drawings of cats, and card envelopes with the word "Lizzy" scribbled on them. Since that day, I neglected to bring this bag into the house, which I suppose says a lot about how I manage menial tasks.
Last Friday night, after one of the concerts held to bid farewell to the now former owner and founder of Churchill's Pub, Dave Daniels, someone threw a concrete block into my car window. They stole the battery and, oddly enough, scattered these papers from my youth all around the 55th Street block of NE Second Avenue.
I spent the next day scouring the filthy streets gathering notes I'd passed to friends in fourth grade and photos from elementary school as they floated down the street -- and yes, I may have grabbed an old receipt covered in pee.
But there was something reverent about these acts, the scattering and gathering of bits of my childhood outside of a place where I spent a solid part of the past dozen years growing into an actual adult.