The Tale of Little Havana and the MIZOD
The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of boiling down Little Havana's zoning issues into a children's story.
I have spoken with Little Havana's owners, and the city council is currently figuring out a way to keep them here. And before we get started, know this: MIZOD stands for Maritime Industrial Zoning Overlay District.
I'll keep you posted on all that serious stuff.
But for now, please read and enjoy the Tale of Little Havana and the MIZOD ...
For many years, Little Havana lived in a house down by the harbor. She liked it there, and many people came to see her.
When Little Havana first built her shanty by the sea, not many other people lived nearby. She didn't have neighbors, and would have been lonely if it weren't for all of her guests.
But as time went by, the land around Little Havana's home began to change. More and more people came and built homes on the street by the harbor. Suddenly, everybody wanted a home by the harbor.
At first this was a good thing, and Little Havana welcomed the company. But more and more neighbors kept moving in. These neighbors wanted to keep building more and more houses, but Little Havana's home was in the way.
Little Havana was sad. She knew she would have to find a new place to live, so she started looking for other homes. She didn't want to move far, and found a new home just down the street from her old one.
"Hurray, a new home," she thought. "Now I can have all my friends over again!"
Little did Little Havana know, but there was a big problem with her new home. She was so happy to buy it, she didn't realize the house was right next to the Land of the MIZOD.
The MIZOD was a kingdom of loud, smokey factories where big ships came and went. The MIZOD had been that way for many, many years, and didn't like change.
The MIZOD Minions didn't want Little Havana moving in by them, and decided to do anything they could to stop her.
Little Havana was all set to move into her new home. But just before she could, MIZOD Minions crept in and claimed it for themselves. Suddenly, Little Havana's new house belonged to the Land of the MIZOD, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Sad and frustrated, Little Havana went to the castle where the Queen of the Land and all of the Queen's advisers sat. Little Havana pleaded with them to push back the MIZOD so she could move into her new home.
The Queen's advisers leaned back, scratched their heads, rubbed their bellies and thought about it. They thought and thought and thought, and finally, after weeks of thinking, they had something to say.
"The MIZOD is too strong -- we can't fight it," the Queen's advisers told Little Havana. "But there is something we might be able to do."
To be continued ...
(Sun archive photos)