Cross to Bare

Monsignor Dale Fushek had long been the rock star of the Catholic Church in the United States. He founded America’s largest program for Catholic teenagers, Life Teen, at his parish in the East Valley in 1985. Today, about 100,000 high-school-age Catholics across the country attend his program each week. As…

Hellbilly Hank

Right now, Hank III, son of Hank Jr. and grandson of legendary country music badass Hank Williams Sr., resembles an XY version of that hirsute ghost in the horror flick The Ring. Long, dark brown hair hides his clean-shaven face as he works his fingers furiously over a red electric…

Letters

To the Extreme Brophy backlash: Jarrett Maupin’s efforts are certainly admirable. I, too, am a strong proponent of civil rights in this country, and believe the dialogue between the races needs to be reexamined to promote a better sense of diversity and understanding in our great country. Unfortunately, Jarrett Maupin…

Drop Dead, Gorgeous

Trudy Hill named her older daughter after Corrie ten Boom, a Dutch spinster who hid Jews from the Nazis and was sent to a concentration camp for her efforts. Ten Boom’s story, commemorated in a book beloved by Christians everywhere, is about trusting in God, taking on evil, and learning…

I Could Just Slap Him

J. Fife Symington III, our former governor, plopped about his yacht in the Pacific Ocean last August. He explained to former colleagues that he was about to double-cross them. Nuzzled by the harbor breezes in Santa Barbara and far from Arizona’s maddening summer sun, Symington outlined how his consulting firm…

Litmus Test

Last fall, I uncovered serious problems with the Maricopa County Department of Elections’ handling of a September primary recount that cast a cloud over the county’s ability to conduct fair and accurate elections. My concerns have now attracted the attention of the Maricopa County Republican Committee, which is demanding that…

TNA TKO

Y’all are gonna think I’m crazier than Houston plucking his eyeball out in that London hotel room, but I’m here to spit the truth like Twista, Jesus, Buddha and Kanye West, and that truth is: Most strip clubs bite big, hairy camel balls. Now, no one loves lookin’ at nekkid…

Letters

Mediate This Maybe they can smell the despair: How do men like Gary Karpin keep happening in Arizona (“Dr. Buzzard,” Paul Rubin, January 27)? It seems like this kind of con man is a rampant problem in this state, particularly in the Valley of the Sun. Thanks to Paul Rubin…

Recall Joe!

Yeah, he won still another term in the November general election, but there’s reason for hope that Maricopa County Sheriff Joe Arpaio’s days in office may be numbered. This just in: A recall committee that includes several prominent defense attorneys and the founders of the political action group Mothers Against…

Letters

A Rubinesque Story A fool and his money . . . : Another killer story, this time on divorce mediator Gary Karpin, by Paul Rubin (“Dr. Buzzard,” January 27). Without Rubin here in Phoenix, we would never find out about the charlatans in our midst. What amazes me, though, is…

Kid Sharpton

“No foolin’, he got Jay-Z?” Jarrett Maupin II is hollering into his cell phone, pacing the hallway of the downtown office suite where the St. Mary’s senior spends most of his time after school. “Lord have mercy! That Rev is something else!” It’s the day before Maupin’s big trip to…

Snake in the Grass

It’s not often that I come across a courageous state bureaucrat who’s willing to risk everything to expose high-level corruption. That is, to do the right thing. This is the tale of one such employee who was rewarded for her valor by being fired from her post as executive director…

Letters

Holding Court Witness for the defense: The New Times article on “Katie & Jordy’s Excellent Adventure” was rollicking good fun (Sarah Fenske, January 13)! I can’t remember when I’ve enjoyed a story more. I’ve been an avid Court TV watcher pretty much since the O.J. Simpson trial, and I greatly…

Dr. Buzzard

Two women hug like long-lost sisters beneath a gazebo at north Phoenix’s Roadrunner Park. Gina Niedzwiecki and Ruth Murray had been chatting by phone for months, since they’d learned of their sadly similar stories. But this sunny day in mid-January marks the first time they’ve met in person, and their…

Four of Clubs

I reckon my cheeks are redder than Elmo’s ass, the cheeks closest to my grill-piece, that is. It’s a Saturday night at Tempe’s colossal, 28,000-square-foot Graham Central Station (www.grahamcentralstationtempe.com), the four-in-one nightclub that includes the karaoke bar Alley Cats, a Top 40 dance hall called South Beach, an ’80s room…

Bulldozer Bound?

I nearly fell off my bike on a recent cold night when I saw the agent listed on a for-sale sign in front of one of the most historic homes in Arizona — the Farmer-Goodwin mansion in Tempe. My stomach tightened, and I slowly began circling on my bike in…

Family Feud

For the Phoenix Family Museum, there is no bigger event than the annual “Family Affair” gala. Last February, the gala raised almost a quarter of a million dollars. With a “Chinese New Year” theme for the February 5 festivities — complete with a magical dragon — the fledging museum hopes…

Capricorn Clubbin’

One of the most popular cats on the FM dial locally is Power 92.3’s JX3, who keeps things fresh and fantabulous weeknights from 7 to 10 p.m. on the Valley’s No. 1 hip-hop station. That is, there’s always something different going down on his show, whether it’s Suns stud Amaré…

Letters

Sounds of Silence Supporting the scene: Here’s a summary of the article titled “Last Dance” (Brendan Joel Kelley, January 6): A musical guy with a day job hasn’t gotten a record deal. Boo-f*cking-hoo! Phoenix New Times thinks that’s somehow newsworthy? Shame on you! Living in Phoenix for those of us…

Send in the Clowns

On the left sits Harry The Politician. On the right is Tony The Lobbyist. They’re talking on the telephone, swapping campaign contributions for corporate tax breaks. This is how government works in Arizona, intones the narrator in this 1998 television commercial, paid for by backers of an initiative that created…

Letters

Hip-Hop Brouhaha The proper use of the N-word: Great article on the hip-hop war in town (“‘Nigga,’ Please,” Joe Watson, December 23), but let me make a considerable point or two. Isn’t it funny when scumballs from that world collide? I used to be into the whole culture and its…

Katie & Jordy’s Excellent Adventure

In the beginning, when Laci Peterson was just another missing person and Scott Peterson only a husband under suspicion, Kathy Monkman wanted nothing to do with the case. Didnt want to watch the endless coverage on cable TV; didnt want to chat about it online. Of all the court watchers…