Size Matters

There’s a lot of male posturing in the room tonight: wide-legged stances, unmanicured hands placed proudly over crotches, catcalls, cigarettes dangling. But it’s not from the men. In west Fort Lauderdale, a town boasting rodeos and drive-through liquor stores, J’s is bustling with an anomalous swirl of estrogen-fueled machismo. The…

Out with the Truth, the Epilogue

It was like putting a perfectly decent child into the world only to see her pimped out on the street or, worse, soullessly shilling for the man in some sterile corporate suite. I had hoped that my May 8 column on Congressman Mark Foley, which stated that the Lake Worth…

Letters for June 5, 2003

Heidi makes a killing: Just wanted to say that I thought Chuck Strouse’s column regarding the Herald’s photo and story on the Kentucky Derby was right on the money (“Horsing Around,” Chuck Strouse, May 29). What I can’t believe is that experienced racing writers, assuming that’s what Carlson and Spencer…

They Shoot Up Horses, Don’t They?

Even before the start of the Gulfstream Park season in January, horse trainer Mark Shuman and his boss, New Hampshire mortgage banker Michael Gill, were talking large about their prospects. They had sauntered into Hallandale Beach like a couple of pistoleros, muscling their way into the pastoral confines of the…

Good Morning, Rabbit Ears

“Gooood morning, everybody,” the guy with the comb-over bellows before stopping himself and turning to the blond woman on his right. “I mean, gooood morning, Florida. Ha, ha, ha.” It’s just the kind of cheery greeting Bob Nichols wants for his opening monologue on his new show, Good Morning Florida…

Horsing Around

By now, most sports fans know that the Miami Herald on May 10 published an apparent blockbuster questioning the integrity of the nation’s premier equine event, the Kentucky Derby. And by now, almost everyone knows the Herald blew it. Commentators around the world have hit the paper for falsely insinuating…

Letters for May 29, 2003

Editor’s note: We received dozens of letters in response to Jeff Stratton’s May 15 column about the Florida Philharmonic. Below are just a few examples; more will follow in coming weeks. You Get What You Pay For It could even happen here: Since Jeff Stratton works at an alternative weekly,…

Troubled Endings

On a sunny Saturday morning in April, Barbara Rourke gazes toward the sea out her balcony windows. Her fourth-floor condominium on Ocean Boulevard in Pompano Beach offers a splendid view, although it’s hard to tell whether she enjoys the seascape. She’s a gray-haired wisp of a woman who spends her…

Unsafe Sex

The online ad was clear. Framed by images of stretched anuses dripping with cum and engorged penises, some in the mouths of mustached men, the text read: Orgy style, no attitude, private sex party for HIV POZ guys ONLY ! You must be in shape and 18-45ish. For invite, send…

Out with the Truth, Part 2

When I outed Congressman Mark Foley in my last column, I knew it would raise some hackles. I figured some would question whether the Palm Beach County Republican’s sexual orientation was politically relevant. And I expected the mainstream media would leave it alone, even though it’s inevitable that the issue…

Letters for May 22, 2003

The fear factor: I have read only selected highlights of Jeff Stratton’s recent article concerning the Florida Philharmonic (Bandwidth, May 15), but that was enough to let me know that he is a man who sees clearly his own future. He must be very aware that the written word and…

Bailey Ain’t Babs

It’s 28 hours before showtime and Jim Bailey hasn’t found his inner woman. He’s on stage for the final rehearsal at the Atlantis Playhouse, a strip-mall theater in Lantana where he’s doing a 12-show stint impersonating Barbra Streisand. Bailey is trying to sing “As If We Never Said Goodbye,” but…

Letters for May 15-21, 2003

Arrest the stupidity! I read Susan Eastman’s article about development in Fort Lauderdale last night as I enjoyed a cigar on Las Olas (“Where the Condos Are,” May 8). She hit things right on the head. I moved here in 1994 from California when parking was free on Las Olas…

Where the Condos are

South Florida is an invention. Even the landscape has been excavated, filled in, and moved around so that it more resembles tropical paradise than its swampy, mangrove-gnarled reality. People come here to refinish themselves too. Brooklyn hood Chris Paciello was, for a South Beach flash, the Liquid nightclub king who…..

Death Road

When Greg Newlin walked through the brightly lit, linoleum-floored visiting room of Broward County’s Joseph V. Conte detention facility in Pompano Beach on April 24, his green uniform looked baggy and comfortable, like hospital scrubs worn and washed thin. The light-blond stubble on his face suggested that he hadn’t shaved…

Out with the Truth

When I called the Christian Coalition of Florida last week, the organization’s deputy director, Carolyn Kunkle, answered. “Hi,” I said, “my name’s Bob Norman with the New Times, and I’m doing a story on Mark Foley’s run for the Senate.” Without missing a beat, Kunkle said, “I imagine you’re calling…

Letters for May 8, 2003

He’ll give ’em shelter from the storm: What happens if Dave’s Rooming House closes (“Forever Flophouse,” Felicia Levine, May 1)? The residents will join the 3,000 or so homeless people in Broward County. I blame the government for not doing more to help the poor, most of whom are not…

Ciro “Needed Killing”

It began with a knock on the front door, as had so many murders before it. Ciro Garcia had come to the rundown trailer on Gun Club Road in West Palm Beach to claim his wife. Kim Garcia was deep in a crack addiction. He had heard Kim was living…

Forever Flophouse

A visit to Ralph Matthews’ dingy, cluttered backyard is like stumbling onto an old set from Sanford & Son. You have to be nimble to negotiate your way around the busted, black ’37 Ford, the scattered machine parts, the buckets and containers that are home to a family of stray…

Political Therapy

I was desperate for some relief from the Iraq war on cable television. All those generals — along with quasi-governmental CIA creeps like James Woolsey — made me feel like the entire world had been taken over by the worst of my former gym teachers. Fox News Channel was worse…

Letters for May 1, 2003

Homophobic Free Weekly: It’s sad that in the year 2003, New Times would print the homophobic sensationalism of Kathy Glasgow and Lissette Corsa’s April 17 article, “Murdered in Havana.” The cover-page reference to the victim’s “flamboyantly gay life” (whatever that means) was bad enough. But the line about homosexuality’s being…

Out of Touch

Emil Danciu says he smelled victory a year ago. He’s slouched in his chair and looks a bit out of place seated in front of his daughter’s office desk. He’s faced with a phalanx of framed baby photos. Charlotte Danciu, a Boca Raton attorney who specializes in adoption and juvenile…