Who’s the Laughing Boy? Why, it’s Keith Turley, soaking up the Suns from his prime courtside seat. You can’t blame the guy for relaxing; he was so busy last decade. Turley became Arizona Public Service Company chairman in ’81 and set up Pinnacle West Capital Corporation to play with the…
In the unforgiving world of the Coffelt housing project, even the little victories are hard to come by. The 1,000 or so people who live in the public-housing project a mile due south of the Arizona State Capitol can’t just say no to poverty. Rudolph Valentino Buchanan, the coordinator of…
Back when he was running for governor, real estate developer J. Fife Symington III refused to divulge financial details of his business empire, even though he campaigned as the guy with the “business mind” necessary to rescue Arizona from its economic crisis. His reasoning for not talking about his business…
Annette Morris lines up an eight-footer on the third hole at the Arizona Acres golf course in east Mesa. “Just about the same one as that little guy had, Ian Woosnam,” the sixtyish native of Canada says, referring to the new Masters champ’s winning putt of a few days earlier…
The key to successful superparenting, of course, is time management. In order to have children, a career and a life (or simply enough free time to peel yourself from the walls), modern moms and dads must take a hard look at their daily schedules and trim the fat the way…
“Criminals develop the panic disease,” Joseph Charles Stedino says. His remark is greeted by silence. Murray Miller, the criminal attorney representing ex-Senator Carolyn Walker, sits across the table from Stedino. Next to Miller sits Walker, facing Stedino. Their faces display no emotion. They are at the start of three days…
True or false? Reverend Oscar Tillman is a civil rights opportunist in the flamboyant tradition of New York’s Al Sharpton. Yes or no? Phoenix Police Chief Ruben Ortega looks the other way when his officers abuse Valley blacks. A six-week investigation by Phoenix city manager Frank Fairbanks was supposed to…
As it turns out, the Maricopa County Attorney’s Office was right when it tried to involve Senator Alan Stephens in AzScam as though he were a dangerous man. Not right that he was guilty of racketeering, as became clear last week when Judge Frederick Martone ordered that Stephens’ name be…
Shopkeepers at the Camelback Esplanade–the jewel in the crown of developer-turned-governor J. Fife Symington III–are willing to admit the newly elected Arizona leader may be a good politician. But they insist he is a lousy landlord. They’ve endured two years of anemic business traffic through the Esplanade’s twin towers and…
This year, there isn’t much of a garden around the little house in the quiet northwest Phoenix neighborhood. The lone iris sprouting beneath Judy Brownstein’s bedroom window seems more defiant than beautiful. The rosebush in the driveway is a scraggly survivor. “How can I garden if I don’t know from…
“No, I’m very, very serious. Very serious. We need to reduce the population of the world by at least two thirds.” This is your convention, so don’t you feel good to look out and see all these people here? “What would that have to do with anything? I am not…
He’s so shy he doesn’t grant interviews, but these days his rugged Yankee mug is on Phoenix TV more than Lee Iacocca’s. Peter Coors, head of the Colorado-based Coors brewing empire and scion of one of the most powerful families in the mountain West, has taken to the airwaves. His…
In the Big Scheme, a poetry reading by an ASU professor normally wouldn’t rank as a major event. But when the poet is Norman Dubie, and it’s his first public reading in a decade, and he plans to read from his newest book, well . . . “This reading is…
For a guy trying to make a splash in the relaxation business, Jim Eisenman lives with a lot of stress. To start with, he runs what appears to be the Valley’s only flotation-tank business. During these hours, Eisenman and his wife provide frantic professionals with a few minutes of soothing…
Every night, without fail, my five-year-old son stalks me down for a goodnight kiss. What’s nice about this ritual, other than the smooch itself, is that it’s something he’s wanted to do ever since he could muster a pucker. At bedtime, we have to fire up the cattle prod to…
For the past two weeks, we’ve seen what is quite possibly the most magnificent hoax in Phoenix Suns history unfold. I refer, of course, to the mysterious ailments of three key players. These injuries were contracted with the statistical predictability of a triple lightning strike. They defy belief. Yet with…
Prior to the mysterious rash of injuries, “Your Phoenix Suns,” as announcer Al McCoy always calls them, were riding high. Before Kevin Johnson, Tom Chambers, and Dan Majerle were struck down by mysterious ailments, McCoy boasted that this was a team playing what he kept referring to as “Phoenix Suns…
HOW TO GET BABY FOOD INSIDE A BABYIN 25 EASY STEPS More indispensable survival tips culled from Dr. Dad’s Baby-Owner’s Manual ($24.95; Meetda Press). 1. Accept the grim fact that all babies will eat dirt, rug lint and old bug carcasses and like it, yet very often the little animals…
Maybe Gail Simmons and her neighbors in northeast Phoenix wouldn’t have been so surprised–and so angry–if her city councilmember, Skip Rimsza, had just answered her question the way a pol might in, say, Chicago: “Of course we’re gonna draw up districts to keep ourselves in power, lady. Whaddaya think we…
He was standing by the stack of Kellogg’s Corn Flakes boxes, staring ahead, eyes glazed, face pock-marked and wan, mouth slightly open. Later he was around the corner, with his shock of white hair and a Macy’s shopping bag. And then he was in another room, with two women, one…
The last time Karen Finley performed in the Valley, she used a teddy bear to sponge her torso with raw eggs before sprinkling herself with multicolored glitter. The time before that, she slathered canned yams onto her bare butt and used shredded beets as a gruesome metaphor for menstrual discharge…
December 3, 1989, began as Armando Saldate’s day off, but proved to be one of the most momentous of his twenty-year career. “It was a very long Sunday,” the former Phoenix homicide detective says. “Two murder confessions and a poor little guy’s body out in the desert.” Saldate’s seven-page account…
