Ybor City

Once it was interesting. Very interesting. Less so now, though most folks these days probably like it more. All that Miami style nonsense. Old Tampa was always a red brick city. But - courtesy of Matthew Yglesias whose grandfather is from there, here is a song that is actually about Ybor. My father knew his granddad, but that was long ago, back when Ybor City was interesting. There is, still, a park in Ybor with a statue of Nick C. Nuccio, the man responsible for my family migrating down to the port city, and hence, in a way, for my meeting Carmen.

Nuccio once told my father that he spoke three languages, Italian, Spanish, and broken English. My father admired him I think.