My family came to Miami in the teens (1910s) from Key West, but I avoid Dade County like the plague! Unrestrained condo developers have turned its central arteries into parking lots. Strage people speaking strange languages seem to dominate. And those who speak English seem to be argumentative and rude, to a degree that makes New Yorkers seem positively downhome and friendly. A cult of materialism seems to dominate, forcing one to expend ever more on cars, clothes and condos just to keep up with the flashly locals forever dropping celebrity names. Few local resources go to libraries, parks, and public culture. Local police are corrupt, politicians, too. And everything seems to be for sale, which I suspect would suit the South American political expatriate, reformed cocaine cowboy and Marielito classes that seem now to dominate Miami-Dade County.