TAKEN FOR A RIDETHE CONFESSIONS OF MIKE MCGRAW

ON THE MORNING of his release from jail, erstwhile murder suspect Mike McGraw blinks in the broad sunlight and lowers his thick body into the shotgun seat. He tosses a plastic bag full of personal effects into the back seat. He’s about to take a trip to Wat Promkunaram. He…

FREEDOM RIDER

I sat in the church pew while others discussed the dead man. It was Saturday and cool, the noon air so crisp in the desert that it didn’t seem possible a fresh grave had been dug. At the news of Ted Mote’s passing, friends and relatives were so overcome with…

CHEE-TOS NEVER WIN! SNARING SNACKS IN THE BIO-BURBS

A few desert-rat residents of Tucson and its surrounding small towns–your typical Sonoran outposts of dirt-bag chic–say they’ve heard the news: The Biospherians, the story goes, are making like Hogan’s Heroes. They’ve been spotted, in the middle of the night, at the Circle K in Oracle, guzzling malt liquor and…

Have “Boom Boom,” Will Travel

In April, when Muin M. Kalla left his job as planning director for the Town of Paradise Valley, town manager John Baudek praised him as a model employee. Kalla’s leaving was marked by a “resolution of appreciation” issued by the Paradise Valley Town Council for the dozen years in which…

MIRACLE MILES

THE AUTOM COMPANY occupies a simple storefront with large windows. Unassuming. Like the old-fashioned office supply store that adjoins it on North Seventh Street, it is a repository of equipment. In this case, religious equipment. “Can I help you find something?” A young woman dressed casually in slacks and shirt…

FACING THE MUSIC

The long-running dispute about loud music is finally over at the dusty trailer park on Grand Avenue. Except for one detail: What exactly was the music that triggered 93-year-old Ed Mazy’s murderous rage? Glendale police say they aren’t sure what Francine Ritter and Al Centracchio were blasting through the trailer…

CLOSET HERO

“I don’t remember radio,” Shane McCabe says matter-of-factly. “You have to remember I spent most of those years, from the time I was 4 ’til I was 11, locked up in a closet. I never learned to appreciate music, either. I had no radio, no phonograph, so I don’t remember…

“He loved her to death”

Herb Trammell heard the shotgun blasts just after dawn on August 1, 1989. He looked out his bedroom window in time to see an orange car with wood side panels speeding past. He ran half-dressed out of his home in a middle-class east Phoenix neighborhood and looked around. Trammell saw…

DO YOU BELIEVEIN MAGIC?

It was midafternoon. As usual, CNN was playing in the background. Most of the time, when I’m home, it remains that way. A promo that Larry King’s upcoming guest will be Joan Rivers or a reference to Patrick Buchanan is not enough to make me turn up the television sound…

MARLEY’S GHOSTSJUDY MOWATT SPREADS HER WINGS BEYOND REGGAE

Ten years after his untimely death, Bob Marley’s legacy continues to grow. Unreleased material, everything from airchecks to concert bootlegs, continues to trickle into the CD long-box bins. There isn’t a reggae band alive that won’t launch into a Marley hit like “Get Up, Stand Up” when the dance floor…

AS SEEN ON TV,A FAMOUS PHOENIX MURDER

I have finally figured out the Redmond murder case. Since I am not extremely quick on the draw, this has only taken me ten years and a few months. I sat in front of the television set Sunday night watching a show based on the Redmond killings called False Arrest,…