It’s six o’clock on a Friday evening, and Dennis Chiesa hasn’t seen a customer in his record shop for more than three hours. The cozy little store, Tracks in Wax, is nestled in an aging strip mall between a hair salon and a psychic, just south of Camelback Road on…
The man in the black shirt with large white letters that read “IMPEACH AND IMPRISON” stands out in the blue-collar bowling alley like someone shouting “Fire!” in a crowded theater. It’s December 8, and the patrons of AMF Deer Valley Lanes know Jason Tunay and his inflammatory tee shirts well…
The lowest point in the relationship between federal immigration agents and Arizona state troopers was the changing of locks and the can of tuna fish. The incident began last year after Dan Kelly, a civilian investigator for the Arizona Department of Public Safety, learned that Phoenix resident Carmen Tolle had…
Keep your mouth shut, keep your job, keep your career. That’s the lesson officers of the Arizona Department of Public Safety can take from the case of a rookie who was fired after a supervisor spiked one of his tickets. Brent Wyatt, an ex-West Virginian with a military haircut and…
Striving for perfection isn’t supposed to be a restaurant customer’s job. The typical American diner is like royalty, to be treated with the respect due any divine creature. This is a service-oriented society, by God, and that means if the wait time is unreasonable, if the order isn’t just right,…
Blow Pops American Beauties (Get Hip) There was an old Saturday Night Live joke between Chevy and Gilda that went like this: “Knock knock.” “Who’s there?” “Babs’ uvula.” “Babs’ uvula who?” “I don’t know, Babs . . .” That’s sort of the way I feel about this album. Not because…
