Sheriff Joe’s Real Estate Game

How’s this for a get-rich scheme? You get elected to public office, say, sheriff. You start scowling like John Wayne and jam the jails full. You put the cons in stripes and house them in surplus Army tents, where four guards oversee 1,800 inmates. Your detention officers beat up prisoners,…

Where’s the Bacon?

For six years, hot dog vendor Hernan Rivera played hide-and-seek with county health inspectors. Sometimes the Maricopa County Environmental Services Department inspectors would pop up unannounced at one of the three hot dog carts Rivera has stationed throughout Phoenix. They would peek inside at the rows of bacon-wrapped Sonoran-style hot…

Stray Cat Strut

I’m all alone in the ‘Zona this Saturday night. Jett’s jetted off to NYC for a little vay-cay, leaving me by my lonesome in P-town. (Sigh.) Never thought I’d admit to missing 116 pounds of bitchy lipsticker, but I reckon I do. Thought I’d stay home, sip Hennessy, and play…

Letters

Go Ask Alice A loyal listener: Wow! I guess you’re not a fan of Alice Cooper’s radio show, eh (“Alice in Revolver Land,” Brendan Joel Kelley, June 3)? I read your article, and between bong hits I couldn’t stop laughing. Funny stuff. I’m actually writing to you because I do…

In the Crosshairs

Linda Saville leans across the table in a downtown Phoenix restaurant and recites the pledge she made at the moment her brother was acquitted of conspiring to kill Sheriff Joe Arpaio. “I swore I was not going to let this happen to someone else,” she said about that fateful Friday…

Letters

Dora! Dora! Dora! Think piece: Okay, which is it? Dora Schriro is bad because she coddles prisoners, or she’s good because she’s come into right-wing-nutville Arizona with a liberal attitude toward corrections (“Dora’s Darlings,” Bruce Rushton, June 3)? It seems that your writer wanted to have it both ways, and…

Roadhouse Rules

I’m situated at the bar at TT Roadhouse, a pint of Harp before me in a frosty glass, awaiting the Pink of P-town to show her pretty lipsticker kisser. Suddenly, the Jettster slaps my back, a vodka-rocks in one paw and a pint of her own in the other. Apparently,…

Falling Down

Scott Holden walked into court on May 2 certain of victory. He was representing Diane Brauch, whose husband, James, had fallen in a Scottsdale nursing home and ultimately died from his injuries. The facts of the case were horrific. Left unattended for hours, James Brauch fell and shattered his leg…

Perfect Gamer

Robby Hammock remembers his every glorious hop, skip and jump into the arms of Randy Johnson after the Perfect Game last month. “I know I looked like Mini-Me out there on the mound, but I was so flippin’ excited,” says Hammock, the unlikely starting catcher of the Arizona Diamondbacks and…

Letters

Private Practice Patients and prudence: Rarely am I ever so moved by an article that I feel I must write in, but your story on the Havasupai really touched me (“Indian Givers,” Paul Rubin, May 27). I am a registered nurse and have been in the operating room for 12…

Meatmarket of Dreams

It’s a hot, humpalicious night in the ‘Zona, and yours truly’s pounding down pistachio at the local Baskin-Robbins. Suddenly, a fembot frame darkens my dish. “Knew I’d find you here,” says the Jettster. “We have to work tonight, Porky. Besides, aren’t you supposed to be on a diet?” “Yeah, I’ve…

Underground Movement

The central Phoenix dance studio has all the charm of a prison cell — with ugly curtains — but it pulses with sex and sass and sweat. Bass shakes the floor as Ellen Rath takes the lead, pounding out a routine to Missy Elliott’s “Pass That Dutch.” Their tight bodies…

The B-boy

Antonio Berumen spends most of his rehearsal time upside down, spinning and bouncing and bending his body into various positions — all of which appear equally painful. His fiercest skill: hopping on his right hand. His record: 75 consecutive hops. In April, Japan’s Nippon TV network flew the 22-year-old b-boy…

The Body Builder

Technique is Jessica Jesse Jackson’s strong suit — a rare trait in hip-hop. She hammers out each move with cool precision. The 27-year-old, who joined Nebellen in February, has had plenty of practice: dance lessons, gymnastics training, cheer competitions on ESPN . . . even a gig at Disneyland, dancing…

The Nonconformist

For many teenagers, high school is an exercise in blending in. Francesco Caban directed his energies elsewhere. He joined the dance program at Arcadia High, then the cheer squad — both times, the only boy. Caban says he endured a lot of name-calling. Once his classmates saw his intensity and…

The Drifter

Les Du Mouchel is not used to standing still. He’s been mimicking the moves of Michael Jackson since age 3 and has shaken his money maker — literally — as a resident dancer at Axis/Radius, CBNC, Sanctuary and Club Bash. But these days, the 22-year-old is stuck at a standstill…

B.S. Enterprises

Not long ago, Tom Simon was news director of a local talk radio station — hosting Sheriff Joe Arpaio on the air and bragging that he had Arpaio programmed on his cell phone. Now Simon is, once again, a guest of the sheriff. In late April, Simon was arrested by…

Muy Caliente, Baby!

A pocket full of jimmie hats and no honey willing to help me put them to use, I was resigned to sitting home with Mr. Zig Zag, a fifth of Sky and that new Petey Pablo CD. But, suddenly, the land line was buzzing. “Wassup, Buddha-butt? Feelin’ sexy on this…

Letters

The True Boys of Summer Baseball thrives in the desert: What a wonderful story by Robert Nelson on Phoenix as the baseball mecca of the world (“Fields of Dreams,” May 13). I had no idea that all this was going on here. It was really eye-opening, and a wonderful story…

Dora’s Darlings

Dora Schriro lives in a parallel universe, a place where teenage thugs sit on Santa’s lap and Girl Scouts visit penitentiaries. In Schriro’s world, parolees are called “clients,” not criminals. It’s a land of jailhouse picnics, where inmates raise money for charity — when they’re not busy doing arts and…

Catwalk Carnality

All you P-town gangstas know of Mr. Kreme’s passion for fashion, my penchant for poppin’ collars with the flyest ladies in the 602 or the 480. So when I heard tell of this erotic fashion show called “Feel Me” goin’ down at Holga’s art colony downtown, I was all up…

Letters

Smart Mormon Misfits Looking out for No. 1: The column by John Dougherty on Governor Janet Napolitano (“Running Scared,” May 13) lightheartedly yet firmly touched on a few key issues I have been keeping up with since moving from Arizona to Colorado late last year, shortly after Napolitano was elected…