Pulp Nonfiction

Some of the best Hollywood movies are about making movies in Hollywood; Get Shorty and The Player are two that immediately come to mind. The one I’m working on, however, is true crime of the seediest South Florida kind. My film — no, call it a movie event — is…

Letters for May 23, 2002

But if you must, avoid acronyms: I enjoyed reading View 02 Best of Broward-Palm Beach (May 16), but I take exception to one of your categories: “Best Movie Place to Take the Kids (and a Six-Pack).” I do agree that the Swap Shop is a great place to take the…

The Battle for Bach

On the day the music died for South Florida’s classical fans, headaches began for one radio station’s general manager. Not Mike Disney, new GM at Party 93 (WPYM-FM), the once venerable WTMI-FM (93.1) that on January 1 went and floozied itself up as a dance-music outlet to woo a younger…

Letters for May 16, 2002

Is the good Rev. Kennedy, well, you know…? I just wanted to say Ashley Fantz put together a great story about Richard Murphy defense of homosexual rights against one of the most powerful homophobes in today’s world of televised evangelism, the Rev. James Kennedy (“Cross Purposes,” May 2). It’s amazing…

Baby Doll

A half century ago, before the arrival of mega-toy emporiums Toys “R” Us and FAO Schwarz, the Sears, Roebuck and Co. Christmas catalog fed the fledgling consumer fantasies of American children. Hefty in size. Usually an image of jolly red-suited Santa Claus on the glossy cover. And filled with all…

Tom Terrific

It was a fine curiosity on a late and lazy, coffee-sipping Saturday morning. Looking over the usually surprise-free Sun-Sentinel weekend entertainment rag, Showtime, I happened upon the “Family Filmgoer” column by syndicated Washington Post critic Jane Horwitz. Her first review in this, the April 5 issue, was of Clockstoppers, a…

Letters for May 9, 2002

And fishing Horan from the drink: On April 25, New Times printed a letter from Mickey Baker chastizing columnist Bob Norman for a biased column and Mike Horan, the subject of Norman’s column, for being a sore loser in a lawsuit. I am a 25-year resident of Pompano, a lawyer,…

Room at the Inn

Sean Cononie sits in a jumbled office on the second story of the former Haulover Inn in Hollywood. The new headquarters of the Coalition of Service and Charity (COSAC) Foundation — three rooms connected by wide doorways — looks the way one would expect a place to appear shortly after…

Cross Purposes

The white steeple of Coral Ridge Presbyterian Church looms over Federal Highway, casting a cone-shaped shadow across the church’s football-field-sized grounds and onto cars stalled in the evening rush. On this Good Friday, the day Christians observe the Crucifixion of their Lord and Savior, the church’s 303-foot-tall unintentional sundial reminds…

Swimming Against the Tide

Monday afternoon. Mid-April. And it’s already blazing hot. In these brief hours of freedom between the last school bell and suppertime, black children in northwest Hallandale Beach hop on bikes, chase one another, throw on skates, and glide down neighborhood sidewalks. Some make the mile-long trek across busy, six-lane Hallandale…

Snitch and Whitewash

As Florida Department of Law Enforcement agents begin their review of the problematic 1990 murder case of Broward sheriff’s deputy Patrick Behan, they should keep in mind the chief target. It’s not Andrew Hughray Johnson, who boasted last year to undercover agents that he killed Behan. Or Tim Brown, who…

Letters for May 2, 2002

Emilio was first, tu perro!: How sad to learn that Vicente Lopez (“El Béisbolista,” Gaspar González, April 18) failed to remember the man who laid the groundwork for him to start his baseball academy. Ask Carlos “Patato” Pascual, Sandalio Consuegra, and anyone else from that era. Lopez knows this all…

The Wrong Keith

It seemed that the Broward Sheriff’s Office had neatly arranged Keith King’s future date with the State of Florida’s electric chair. Detectives had built a case against the teenager for the murder of one of their own, Deputy Patrick Behan, who was gunned down in 1990. Homicide-unit investigators had a…

To Hell and Back

When Andy Lant was hired at Certified Vacations Groups Inc., a leading seller of packaged getaways for Disney and airlines such as Continental and Delta, he was given the title of information systems manager. But Lant says his direct supervisor, Sam Menist, preferred to think of him in other terms…

Fort Nowhere

A few crusty lead balls, flint chips, and yellowed shards of pottery occupy a glass display case on the second floor of the Broward County Main Library. The fragments are less impressive than the colorful maps that accompany them but just as important. A caption says these pieces, part of…

Letters for April 25, 2002

In fact, we issue those little “Darwin” fish with feet to all of our employees: Drs. Johnson, Behe, Dembski, and Meyer have authored and coauthored numerous books laying the groundwork for Intelligent Design theory (“The Nutty Professors,” Steve Ellman, April 11). Remarkably, instead of engaging even a single argument, Steve…

The Post-Catanese Wilderness

Florida Atlantic University’s 2002 honors convocation on April 9 convened late. At 3:30 p.m., the FAU Wind Ensemble was finishing its practice on stage, and only a sprinkling of seats in the University Theater were occupied. By the time the gowned and capped procession of senior faculty had settled into…

Clock that Rocker

Remember the classic 1998 Texas documentary, Hands on a Hardbody, which described how 25 people tried to hold on to a new truck for the longest time to win it from a publicity-hungry dealership? This was the SoFla version. Here in the capital of senescence, it was the person who…

Letters for April 18, 2002

And don’t forget, “it is Pompano”: When it comes to capital letters, Bob Norman’s name sure screams out loud and BIG. I enjoyed his article (“Marina Madness,” April 4) very much, but what’s new? I am sure you have heard “you can’t fight city hall.” Well, that’s for sure, not…

El Béisbolista

The two most storied teams in the long history of Cuban baseball, the Havana Reds and the Almendares Blues, are waiting for the last of their teammates to show for today’s game. One Red claims he’s too tired to throw the ball around: “No puedo. Estoy cansado….” Another can’t find…

Mail Chauvinists

Driving across the western reaches of Broward County along I-75, you probably wouldn’t notice the Florida headquarters office for the U.S. Postal Inspection Service, whose agents are responsible for investigating everything from mail fraud and theft to child pornography and terrorism. Just off Miramar Parkway, the structure is off-white, with…

Happy Tax Day!

Cruising one of the dozens of canals that snake past multimillion-dollar homes in America’s Venice last week, Steve Pollock sipped a rum runner and scanned the deck of the small green-and-yellow boat in which he rode. A tan young mother from Chicago was drinking a beer and chiding her kids…