Public Parting

I knew I’d face various unanticipated difficulties in moving out of state after decades living in South Florida. However, I didn’t foresee this: Some very kind people and good friends have arranged a public going-away party for me on this Saturday, August 20th. To be honest, I’m a bit uncomfortable writing about it. Inviting people to a party in my honor feels — well, pompous and self-aggrandizing. It’s not the way I was raised; I’m kind of old-fashioned like that (and in no other significant way). Still, a couple of people have remarked on my failure to promote the event, one even asking if I was actually planning to attend. Hence this (vaguely creepy to me) post. So, to make it official:

Marc Kevin Hall
(aka @mkhall, aka “that Hidden City guy”)
in his last public appearance in South Florida!

One Day Only!

Saturday, August 20, 2011, 4–11:30pm!

Carrabba’s Italian Grill
3921 Collins Avenue
Miami Beach FL

Requests for autographs will be closely inspected for sarcasm.

RSVP via Tweetvite or Facebook, or just show up.
(I mean, it’s a public venue.)

I’ve had the pleasure of meeting many members of South Florida’s digital community over the years. If you are so moved, I’d love to see you again before I sail into the West move to DC. And if we’ve not yet had the chance to meet, this would be a great time to do so. There are many local people with whom I wish I’d had the opportunity share a frosty tropical beverage.

My thanks to Miguel Lopez, Maria De Los Angeles, and Jami Reyes for putting this together. I may be embarrassed by the attention, but I am even more grateful for their friendship.

I hope to see you Saturday.

Now Face North

Miami is not my favorite place in the world.

This should not come as a surprise to long-time readers of Hidden City, and cannot possibly be surprising to those who know me personally. My tendency to sweat any time the temperature rises above 70° F is legendary, as are my complaints about it. At one time I even considered using the tagline, “Bitching about the Miami heat for over forty years,” but realized that people might get the idea I care about basketball.

A reasonable person might ask why I haven’t moved away, if I hate it so much. In fact, a good number of reasonable people — and a few unreasonable people — have done just that. The answer, though, is a bit complicated.

(I doubt that comes as a surprise to anyone, either.)

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