At 8 A.M. Sunday morning, the implosion of The Everglades Hotel changed Miami’s skyline forever. Built in 1926, it was once considered Miami’s largest and most luxurious hotel. The hotel had a rich history, serving as a shelter after a disastrous 1926 hurricane, providing living quarters for soldiers in training during World War II, and housing the first antenna to provide television transmission in Miami for WTVJ.
Two condo towers will take it’s place.
As a child, I remember traveling down Biscayne Blvd. with my family, looking up at the skyscrapers through the car window. In my mind, this old landmark will always stand.


Everglades Hotel: 1926-2005

4 thoughts on “Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes”

  1. Sadly, the Everglades Hotel stopped being the grand old luxury hotel in that postcard photo quite some time ago. It was neglected to the point where the only viable solution was to raze it. It’s sad that it became an eyesore of sorts downtown. It should have never reached that point. But what’s done is done.

  2. Downtown Miami has always been pretty useless. At least since 1969, when I first came here. And under the liberal twink Penelas, it has only gotten worse. We need a Giuliani to throw the bums out and clean things up.

  3. And don’t forget the Dupont Plaza Hotel where the bank I worked for from 1980-1982 had a branch.

    My bank welcomed the Mariel Boatlift exiles with cash vouchers collected from donations of hundreds of thousands of dollars given freely by the ‘evil Cuban Mafia’ here in Miami to help the ‘Marielitos.’ I saw literally thousands of them pass through the doors of that little branch; they were incredibly grateful for the little amount of cash that was given to them to start their lives here in Miami. Many of these unjustly maligned exiles went on to duplicate the success of the 60s exile wave.

    ‘Ellos resolvieron’ — they did what they had to do, as Val once so eloquently wrote. They became the second wave of Cuban success in Miami away from fidel.

    Everglades Hotel RIP
    Dupont Plaza Hotel RIP

  4. I remember the “open houses” :dances at the top of the Everglades Hotel. In the 70’s they were the place to dance to the band Coke and also to a young Gloria Estefan. Always chaperoned of course, but if you could just manage a slow dance alittle closer to the center of the floor, the viejas couldn’t see you get just a bit closer than was acceptable for a good little cuban girl. Oh, what fun..

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