Renaming streets or buildings is usually something of an empty gesture — performative or just a waste of time and money. Like naming a Florida airport after a sitting president. Or naming a stretch of roadway for a city commissioner who resigned from office after pleading guilty to a charge of exploiting public office. (I’m looking at you, Miami.) But here’s one renaming idea that even I can’t argue with: Jimmy Ryce Avenue. Jimmy Ryce’s short life and violent death changed Miami forever.