Dave, A review suggestion: Newman’s Deli in the Liquor Barn at 36th Street and Indian School. They have a screamin’ deal from like 11 to 2–for $1.95 you get a good deli sandwich on your choice of bread or roll, a little side salad and a deli pickle. Can’t beat…
As a video camera whirred away one afternoon last June, a nine-year-old boy popped his gum and accused his mother of sexually abusing him. He said his mother, Wanda C., molested him when he was five. And he said she continued molesting him even after he’d been put in foster…
“It is the most rewarding thing I have ever done.” Does local businesswoman Marion van Rooy: House the homeless? Feed the hungry? Save the whales? Or does she sell $90, custom-fitted, computer-measured swimming suits to women in Scottsdale? “People come in a little negative, a little worried,” says van Rooy,…
The little tent pitched on the lawn at Encanto Park is quickly filling up with noisy children who have dragged their parents to yet another circus. It’s getting crowded and hot, but the kids seem only to notice that the Center Ring is so close they can almost touch it…
Lute Olson’s arrogant smirk told all you had to know. Last Sunday’s game against UCLA was proceeding according to plan. The Pac-10 tournament final was a blowout for Arizona. And so Olson, the basketball coach with the largest ego west of Bloomington, Indiana, was on his way to a soft…
Children believe that television’s Mr. Rogers is a soft-spoken friend. What I believe is that if the man in the cardigan sweater changed jobs, he’d want to drive a bus for Greyhound. Such is the faithful, comforting image all of us carry of the drivers who steward the nation’s poor,…
Drumroll, please. The excitement of the Name-the-Baby Sweepstakes is about to reach a fever pitch. As you may recall (provided you haven’t blocked it from memory), some of the, er, lesser prizes have already been announced: a phone call direct from the Dad Zone upon the kid’s birth proclaiming you…
Want something hot and spicy delivered right to your doorstep? Well, don’t call Domino’s, dial Out of the Blue, a Scottsdale-based service that’s believed to be the Valley’s (and perhaps the nation’s) first XXX video delivery service. Operators are standing by now to take your ardor. Here’s how it works…
Pedophile priest George Bredemann, currently serving a year in jail after he admitted molesting three boys, reportedly has been bounced out of the Roman Catholic priesthood. But the Diocese of Phoenix won’t comment on the strong rumors circulating around the controversial priest, and one of Bredemann’s closest friends, Fred Noll,…
Curtis Hennig arrived at Saguaro High in Scottsdale midway during his junior year, a transfer student from Minnesota who quickly made it known he wanted to play football, wrestle and raise hell. He is remembered by his athlete friends as a friendly, fun-loving kid who loved to roughhouse. When your…
Sam Steiger pulled off his coat and grinned as he collapsed onto the bench under the big tree. He was wearing broad red suspenders that matched his broad red tie. It was certain now. Steiger was in the race for governor. He would make a formal announcement in the next…
The first thing that used to catch your eye when you walked to the rear of Ed Markgraf’s Pharmacy were those life- size black-and-white photographs of Humphrey Bogart, Marlon Brando, and James Dean. Bogart and Dean . . . movie heroes of the Fifties . . . remnants of the…
Psst! It’s me again. Burkett’s four-year-old, Matthew. Hold the cheers and applause. Dad thinks I’m playing “Super Mario Brothers” on his computer. He doesn’t know that I’ve dumped the usual load of bilge he planned to run this week to give you the real, behind-the-scenes lowdown on that “Name-the-Baby Sweepstakes”…
Writing about Jana Bommersbach’s suspension from her job as commentator on Channel 8 is a tricky piece of business. It is one of those events about which it’s difficult to speak and impossible to maintain silence. First of all, Bommersbach is both a friend and fellow worker, as well as…
Bill Boyle and Jeff Miller wheeled into one of South Phoenix’s meanest neighborhoods looking to score cocaine. The friends–both white men–had snorted coke earlier that night at the office. Now, they wanted more, and they knew where to get it. Lino Josytewa had been hanging out that evening, December 21,…
“Faggot!” “Dyke!” “Queer!” “Get the fuck off!” “What are you supposed to be?!” For twenty minutes at a recent show in Canada, drunken fans of Irish rock band the Pogues howled homophobic epithets at the opening act. But Phranc, the self-described basic all-American Jewish lesbian folksinger, kept playing. The woman…
We at New Times did not tell the truth. Was it deceptive? Of course it was deceptive. Was it unethical? Welllll . . . let’s talk about that. Under my instruction, New Times writer David Koen called State Senator Jan Brewer, and during each of the three phone interviews Koen…
Two years ago, American toy manufacturers thought they’d captured invisible lightning in a bottle. At the center of all this high-tech hubbub was Mattel’s Captain Power and the Soldiers of Fortune, a line of toys designed to operate in conjunction with a specially produced TV show of the same name…
Did Neighborhood Power score big when Paul Johnson beat out developer crony Howard “High-Rise” Adams for the mayor’s job? To hear Johnson himself, you’d think so. “My hope is to be a friend to the neighborhood groups,” says Hizzoner. But neighborhood advocates are far less buoyant. Even allowing for the…
Between his first major exhibition in 1982 and his AIDS-related death earlier this month at age 31, New York graffiti artist Keith Haring defaced the nation. And for a brief period, the world (not to mention Haring himself, who allegedly died a millionaire) was a richer place for it. During…
Sandy Tolan has been seeking the story beneath the story since he and a partner founded Desert West Research and Information in Flagstaff in 1982. Through his independent news agency, Tolan has done numerous stories for National Public Radio and other outlets over the years, especially shining with long-time partner…
As a child of the Jetson Generation, I thought I’d seen it all. I’d braved the blinding flash bulbs of the amazing Polaroid Swinger, sat at the dock of the bay with the Popeil Pocket Fisherman, thrilled to the thermodynamic miracle of Jiffy Pop. Little wonder, then, that I’d grown…
