Love & Loathing

Robert Love felt his heart race and palms sweat on the steering wheel of his 1993 Ford Explorer as he reached downtown Pahokee just before 9:30 p.m. on February 25. The police squad car behind him, driven by a rookie cop unaware of who it was driving without his headlights…

Letters for May 5-11, 2005

Monty’s the Man The story would have made Atlas shrug: While I enjoyed the factual information that I mined from Eric Alan Barton’s April 28 article on Bob Montgomery, “Bullet Bob,” I question the lack of balance and feel compelled to write. The conclusion he seems to want his readers…

Bullet Bob

It was ten ’til five on a Wednesday evening when Lisa Sanchez’s supervisor at the State Farm office in West Palm Beach asked for a volunteer to drop off some documents. The stop was on her way home, so Sanchez, a personal injury adjuster, raised her hand. She had no…

Tailpipe

A How-to for Lobbyists Tailpipe always listens when a master speaks. Last December 7, no less than Democratic state Sen. Steven Geller of Hallandale Beach addressed an audience of lobbyists at the annual Symposium on Racing, held at the Loews Ventana Canyon Resort in Tucson, Arizona. Geller, the gambling industry’s…

Hollywood Sludge, Revisited

Arnold Goldman conducts some business on his cell phone. “Jorge, are you going to the site… Where are you?… Tell Robert that the repair man will be there tomorrow… mañana, not today, tomorrow, comprende?… No… tomorrow… mañana… not today… tomorrow… repair.” Goldman pauses and explains to me: “It’s difficult to…

Letters for April 28-May 4, 2005

Jenne Must Go! Everybody’s saying it, but he’s doing something: I have read Bob Norman’s recent articles on Broward Sheriff Ken Jenne (“The Corrupter,” March 31; and “Swimming with the Fishes,” April 14) and admire your columnist’s drive. I ran against Jenne in the last election but began my campaign…

Creepers

Todd was in the shower with Mary when he heard the engine speeding across the desert in Botswana toward the farmhouse where they were spending the weekend. The night before, she started crying when she received a fax from her mate, Shawny. Todd hadn’t known she had a steady lover…

Go into the Light

Morgana, a beautiful golden retriever with starry brown eyes and a recklessly wagging tail, belongs to a psychic healer. Maybe she’s wondering, as she bites herself obsessively, why her owner won’t heal these damn fleas right off her. This night, when she isn’t whipping her head around to attack the…

Tailpipe

Psst, Sucker. Beachfront Property! It’s hard to keep a good hustler down. Take Stephen Tashman, a SoFla grifter who’s swindled millions of dollars in the past 20 years. Although you won’t see his name attached to it, he’s now involved in selling Costa Rican real estate from a boiler room…

The Mayor’s Trial

In the court of public opinion, Parkland Mayor Bob Marks is charged with violating the people’s trust. He stands accused of accepting financial favor from the biggest developer in his town, WCI Communities, and then voting on dozens of issues that benefited the company. In effect, it is being alleged…

Pay My Own Way

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Letters for April 21-27, 2005

From a Mayor Who Accomplished Things And didn’t just sit on his tush: I am writing to congratulate Trevor Aaronson on his April 7 article, “Curious George Sails the River of Red.” It is the best overview I’ve seen of what has happened to city finances during the past several…

Misery & Clemency

“I’m not here to talk about the past. I’m here to be positive about this subject. ” — Superhuman baseball-obliterating home run machine Mark McGwire, in a March 17 congressional hearing on the use of illegal steroids in baseball On this sunburnt Friday in March, as the Orioles of Baltimore…

Swimming with the Fishes

While a couple of dozen accused mobsters milled around outside Judge Stanton Kaplan’s courtroom last week, one of their lawyers summed up Broward County Sheriff Ken Jenne’s big stand against Cosa Nostra. “It’s all about the salmon,” attorney Alvin Entin remarked to fellow Mob defender Fred Haddad. “You shouldn’t fuck…

Pipe It to Me

Pipes, of course, are something this tube loves. You can slither and slide through ’em. You can beat someone over the head with ’em. You can shove ’em up… you know where. Then there’s that 42-mile natural gas pipeline from the Bahamas to Port Everglades. Energy companies have been trying…

Letters for April 14-20, 2005

Lost at a Cost Save us George… if you dare: Regarding Trevor Aaronson’s April 7 article, “Curious George Sails the River of Red”: As a long-time resident and civic leader, I feel there are a number of reasons for the City of Fort Lauderdale’s financial problems: 1) Some of the…

Curious George Sails the River of Red

$569. That’s what you, as an average Fort Lauderdale resident, paid in property taxes in 2003. You shelled out $116 more than residents of Miami and Jacksonville, $187 more than citizens of Tampa and Orlando, and $321 more than inhabitants of St. Petersburg. And that was before city commissioners slammed…

Racing’s a Drag

In August 2004, Nelson Hoyos sped a Chevy Cobalt across the salt flats of Utah and into racing fame. Over a straight, glassy-smooth seven-mile course, Hoyos edged his car past 243 mph, shattering the world speed record for front-wheel-drive cars. It was a pinnacle in the racing career of the…

Tailpipe

A Big Piece of Sculpted Concrete While rolling along the sands of Fort Lauderdale’s beach, Tailpipe always takes a good long look at Ireland’s Inn, that s-shaped, off-pink hotel from a bygone era north of Sunrise Boulevard. Sure, the place needs a daub of paint, maybe some new plumbing and…

Letters for April 7-13, 2005

Serve My Jenne with Butter and Jelly Now if he could whack the daily newspaper: Bob Norman’s articles are the reason I can’t wait for New Times to come out every week. Thank you for yet another great article, “The Corrupter” (March 31). I especially like the barbs thrown toward…

I, Robot

Designing and creating a robot takes months. Watching it die takes only a second. For the robotics team at Atlantic Technical School in Coconut Creek, death visits in the late afternoon on March 10 in Orlando, the day before a two-day robotics competition that could take team members all the…