Floridan: Eyesore to Icon

When it opened in 1927, Tampa’s 18-story Floridan Hotel was called the state’s tallest building. For the last two decades, it’s been called many other things — with “eyesore” probably topping any list. The venerable hotel, officially shuttered in 1987, had become a monument to plywood and roosting vultures.

What nobody called the erstwhile 1920s-’40s icon was “love at first sight.” Until, that is, Antonios Markopoulos happened along last April.

“I was fascinated by the (Renaissance Revival) architecture,” recalls Markopoulos. “From the minute I walked in, I felt that the Floridan embraced me. I visualized life again.”

Where others had seen a forlorn symbol of downtown’s decline, Markopoulos envisioned a reincarnation of its hey-day as an opulent destination for the well to do. Where other, ultimately unsuccessful, entrepreneurs had seen scenarios ranging from “affordable housing” to an assisted living facility, the 60-something Greek native saw an upscale, 220-room, boutique hotel with fine dining – topped off with two penthouses.

A lot of paperwork, tax credits and $6 million later, he was the owner-developer. Renovation costs have been estimated between $16 million and $20 million.

The admittedly ambitious goal is to open by the summer of 2007.

The city, the Tampa Downtown Partnership, preservationists and anybody else that cares to see an emblem of urban blight eliminated have been ecstatic over Markopoulos’ restoration plans.

“This is as important psychologically as physically,” assesses Christine Burdick, president of the TDP. “There are no great cities without symbols of their past.”

To Rodney Kite-Powell, the Tampa Bay History Center’s curator, the return of the Floridan validates a key preservation principle: history also means opportunity.

“A successful Floridan project would show that historic preservation can, and does, work as a viable business model,” notes Kite-Powell.

“The Floridan’s reopening as a boutique hotel would further solidify the fact that the north end of downtown will be populated 24 hours a day.”

Markopoulos’ venture underscores a basic, developmental rule of thumb: timing is everything. In the case of the Floridan, the right person at the right time.

First, Markopoulos is flush. In September 2004, he sold the Days Inn on Clearwater Beach for $40 million. He didn’t need financing for the Floridan.

Second, he has experience. He’s been in the hospitality business for 35 years; he knows how to run – and rehab — hotels. He won’t rely on a flag operator. He’s beyond hands-on; he’s literally been in all the Floridan’s crawl spaces and sub-basements.

Third, he hit Tampa just as downtown revitalization was finally materializing. Among projects proximate to the Floridan (at Florida Avenue and Cass Street) are: 975 condominiums as part of the Kress and Woolworth redevelopment; a 450-unit condo tower (including 12,000 square feet of retail) on the old Maas Brothers location; the 20-unit Arlington condominium; the 40-condo Residences of Franklin Street; the 12-condo Carriage House; and the four-unit Franklin Street City Lofts.

“When I was investigating the Floridan,” explains Markopoulos, “it became apparent that restoring it as a center of commercial activity would be a key part of Tampa’s downtown transformation. The Floridan will offer historic lodging for travelers, but more importantly, it will offer future generations insight into our history.”

The Art Of Cooperation In Pinellas County

For those who haven’t been paying attention and never cross Tampa Bay, St. Petersburg has long retired its somnolent “God’s waiting room” label. After fits and starts – including the late, less-than-lamented Bay Plaza effort – to make over its downtown, St. Petersburg found its niche: the arts. Mayor Rick Baker’s acknowledged ambition is for St. Petersburg to become “the cultural center for the state of Florida.”

Hizzoner wasn’t just waxing hyperbolic. St. Pete has a legitimate shot. A critical mass is more than manifest.

A mix of galleries, theaters, antique shops and the eclectic Arts Center complement the Museum of Fine Arts, the Salvador Dali Museum, the rehabbed Mahaffey Theatre, the permanent home for the Florida Orchestra and the planned Dale Chihuly glass gallery and studio. The world class waterfront is its own aesthetic.

The burgeoning arts scene has, in turn, encouraged and enticed an energizing mix of entrepreneurs, developers and visitors. Now it’s only fitting that the arts, a de facto tourist attraction, are being recognized as such. Increases in room nights and restaurant reservations can be quantified when there’s a Monet or Chihuly or Princess Diana exhibition in town.

As a result, Pinellas County’s Tourist Development Council will allot a percentage of the county’s new bed-tax hike – amounting to $750,000 – to specifically help promote museum exhibits. In future fiscal years that amount should increase. Such an earmark, it should be noted, sets a precedent.

It also sets an example of a county targeting a key — albeit non-traditional — asset in its hub market (read: major city) for special promotion. The St. Petersburg museums are bona fide visitor magnets; the Dali, moreover, has ongoing international cachet. And those visitors may also spend time at the beach or Sponge Docks or a mall. It’s in everybody’s vested interest – including a county with two dozen political fiefdoms – to promote any visitor beacon.

Call it the art of cooperation and an ode to common sense. Hopefully, the Hillsborough side of the Bay has taken note – and notes.

Outside The Lines

The baseball season is a quarter of the way through, and this much is apparent around here. The Rays are a more likeable, hopeful, also-ran team. When healthy, its eight position players are collectively better than many other teams’ starters. But the Rays can’t pitch Scott Kazmir every day.

After an impressive debut by new management – featuring free parking, tail-gating and bring-your-own treats, they have – well, kept at it. Up next, the promised, 10,000-gallon, sting ray tank. Installation behind the right centerfield wall is now underway.

But much less noticeable has been the Stuart Sternberg regime’s involvement in the community – away from Tropicana Field. Latest outside-the-lines contribution was the refurbishing of Oliver Field, an inner-city baseball facility near the Trop that had fallen on harder times than the Rays’ bullpen. Under the aegis of the Rays Field Renovation Program, the team – along with Bank of America – overhauled the field, its flawed drainage system and its shabby grandstand. The cost was in excess of $100,000.

Sure, the Rays got a PR boost from the Oliver Field renovation and rededication that featured Jackie Robinson’s daughter. But after the ribbons were cut, the speeches delivered and the cameo performers had departed, there remained a legacy no less important than satisfied fans. Teams with Reviving Baseball in Inner Cities League (the RBI League), a Major League Baseball initiative, will play there. This season.

Next up for the Rays: a similar inner-city field of dreams in Tampa.

Tipping or Talking Point?

Given President Bush’s track record in bringing democracy and stability to the Middle East and the Administration’s ever-eroding moral high ground, perhaps it’s time to think outside the sandbox. Talk to Iran.

Being backed into a face-saving, nationalistic corner is no safe place for an apocalyptic leader such as Mahmoud Amadinejad.

Kissinger talked to Le Duc Tho. Nixon spoke to Mao. Martin sat down with Lewis. Ali with Frazier. There’s precedent.

bin Laden Tape

So, Osama bin Laden has weighed in again. Another poke in the eye. This time to say the United States can’t even convict the right person for 9/11 complicity.

Actually, it’s yet another excuse to derisively remind America that we have a better chance of finding Jimmy Hoffa than him.

Silly Saudis

If those 20-something Saudi Arabian men who rode a Wharton High school bus had no malice or deception in mind, why did they initially claim to be Moroccan? Was this, as Ahmed Bedier, the director of the Central Florida Council on American-Islamic Relations, claims, purely a function of a language barrier?

Apparently so. And context, of course, is critical. Now it can be revealed.

The Wharton Wahabis explanation: “We thought they asked us where we wish we were from at that very moment. It was either Morocco or Ireland.”

Like Language

You don’t have to be a linguistics professor to know that as a “living” entity, language is always subject to change. Hence Latin is a “dead language.”

But a problem arises when language starts to fast forward – not evolve. Notice how accepting mainstream culture has become of pop parlance? I propose a modest moratorium:

*the verbal “sucks” is out — except for t-shirts and tattoos. No further comment.

*”Notoriety” is not the same as fame. Any more than notorious means famous.

*Unless a reference to awe-inspiring is intended, pass on the empty hyperbole that is “awesome” for the most mundane of contexts. “Those (skateboards, boxer shorts, American Idol contestants) are awesome.”

*”Swagger”: Walking around with an air of conceit and insolence used to be rather ill thought of. Now – at least in the athletic arena – it’s a quality seemingly worth courting. As in: “We need our guys to play with more of a ‘swagger.'” Do we really need to up the ante further on boorish, braggadocious behavior?

*”No problem.” Still not the politely correct response to “thank you.” It’s “you’re welcome.” Thank you.

Joe Maddon At Home In Hyde Park

When I was a kid in Philadelphia, my family lived about two blocks from the house where the Phillies’All-Star shortstop, Granny Hamner, resided. (I doubt that anyone other than Tom McEwen, Don Zimmer and Larry Thornberry would remember him.) This wasn’t the Philly suburbs, mind you, but a city neighborhood of row (not town) houses. Little did I realize what an anomaly that would become – a prominent sports celebrity living in a neighborhood.

Now, because such celebs tend to make a whole lot of money and too many people want a piece of their time, they’re pretty much relegated to gated communities and other high-end variations on an exclusive-enclave theme. You see them at the stadium or arena or maybe a banquet or VIP event – not reading the paper at Indigo or Starbucks after a morning stroll or bike ride.

Unless you’re talking about Devil Rays’ manager Joe Maddon.

Much has been made of his “new breed” style. A college-educated, iPod-savvy, red-wine savoring, diet-conscious bicycle enthusiast. His gray hair is semi-spiked. He doesn’t need a cuspidor. His girl friend just graduated from law school.

After all his years with the Angels of Anaheim, Maddon, 52, figured he’d try to replicate his California experience by living, once again, on the beach after he was hired by the Rays. But one of his players gave him a heads up about what might suit him best in the Tampa Bay area.

“Josh Paul (a catcher, who also has moved on to the Rays) said that I needed to check out Hyde Park,” said Maddon. “He said it was my kind of place. He was right. You don’t find many neighborhoods right in the city like this any more. And Bayshore is obviously special.”

Granted, Hyde Park is more ritzy than “Rocky,” but it’s also a leafy, historic, family-friendly neighborhood. It has its share of doctors, lawyers, and industry captains, but certainly no sports celebrities.

Maddon is currently renting there with an eye on several bungalows. He needs one with a garage apartment – to accommodate visiting family and friends from Pennsylvania. He owns a late 19th century Victorian house in his native Hazelton, Pa., and is enamored of the Craftsman bungalow architectural touches he sees around him.

“I’m comfortable here,” he underscored.

One footnote to Maddon’s current, temporary townhouse setup. “Tampa Bay Illustrated,” the upscale lifestyle magazine, has a Maddon feature upcoming for its July issue. “TBI” came by for a photo shoot last month expecting, well, the luxury digs of a major league manager. Maybe some languid shots by the pool or a lavishly appointed living room or a posh, in-home theater.

They got more of a “bachelor apartment,” according to Maddon.

Reportedly, creative minds ultimately carried the day.

Vintage Philly

Speaking of baseball, anomalies and my home town, the “Philadelphia Inquirer” recently ran a nostalgia piece on Babe Ruth. On Sept. 3, 1923, Ruth, 28, led the New York Yankees to a doubleheader sweep of the Philadelphia Athletics. Immediately afterwards, Ruth left Shibe Park – still in uniform – and was whisked by private car to the blue-collar Kensington section of the city and the rectory of the Ascension of Our Lord Catholic Church. There he changed into an Ascension uniform.

He would play first base and bat clean-up in a charity game to raise money to pay for a new Ascension ball field. The well-promoted exhibition drew an overflow crowd estimated at an unprecedented (for non-Major League) 10,000 fans. Ruth went one-for-four, including a towering blast that was estimated at 600 feet by observers. He also stole a base. But Ascension lost 2-1 to Lit Bros.

The Philadelphia media was understandably all over the event – but cut the Bambino no slack on his triple-header endurance test for charity. “Ruth’s Bat Fails Ascension Club” read the headline in the next day’s “Philadelphia Evening Bulletin.”

A vintage Philly media moment.

A more contemporary take on Philadelphia’s famously fault-finding media came from Phillies’ Hall of Fame third baseman Mike Schmidt, whose career spanned most of the 1970s and ’80s.

“Philadelphia is the only city,” deadpanned Schmidt, “where you can experience the thrill of victory and the agony of reading about it the next day.”

Still a great line.

Still true.