Thirteen months ago, Kathleen Stanton handed me a blue vinyl three-ring notebook. Kathleen, a reporter and co-worker I count as a friend, had been cleaning out her office. She was leaving Phoenix, moving on to a university job in a different town. I knew Kathleen had always meant to do…
Squaw Peak?! Ugh and double ugh! How politically incorrect can one mountain be? Heap big plenty, according to Phoenix Councilmember Calvin Goode. Earlier this month, the man called Goode received a complaint from a Native American constituent who reportedly found the north Phoenix mountain’s moniker “offensive.” Realizing that where there’s…
Amid the spectacle of Arizona’s notorious law enforcement sting, AzScam, the most chilling facet of the undercover operation remains unobserved by the public and unremarked upon by the press. The cops and the prosecutors tried to railroad a clean guy. The Phoenix chief of police, the Maricopa County attorney and…
On May 6, 1992, New Times began a series of investigative reports detailing extensive groundwater pollution linked to Motorola, an $11 billion multinational electronics manufacturing company that is the state’s largest employer. Among the findings: Motorola’s two flagship plants have been linked to severe contamination of two separate aquifers in…
Ryneldi Becenti stands by herself at center court in the Albuquerque basketball arena known as The Pit. A few minutes remain in a game between Arizona State University and the University of New Mexico. Ryneldi and her Sun Devil teammates are crunching the Lobos by 60 points. Ryneldi peeks out…
On a chilly Saturday morning in late November, a few dozen parents and educators from the Washington Elementary School District gather in the middle of Cortez Park in north Phoenix. It’s not your typical school function; the only kids are on the other side of the park, fishing in a…
For all you television-football fans, let’s get this straight first. Joe Bugel’s the one hunched over on the sidelines with the greased black hair and the headphones. He calls all those dumb plays during the Phoenix Cardinals games. And, yes, he’s the guy most responsible for losing the games. And…
It’s no big surprise that Willie Nelson believes in hemp. But Nelson, a longtime advocate of smoking the stuff, has now moved his advocacy into a different realm. The outlaw country-music icon is spreading the word that hemp, a sturdy weed more popularly known as marijuana, can save the planet…
“This is how the other half lives,” Billy Rivera says as he wheels his garbage truck through a neighborhood nestled between Tatum Boulevard and the mountain preserves. The houses are big and pretentious, Taj Mahals in stucco and red tile with lawns like putting greens and shrubbery like a Philippine…
What’s the flashiest automotive accessory to hit the road since mirror-plated mud-flap vixens? Just take a quick spin around the Metrocenter cruising district any weekend night and the answer quickly becomes apparent to even the dimmest bulb: car neon. Thanks to neon tubing hidden underneath the cars’ bodies, the vehicles…
Fueling speculation on veeply ambitions, veteran investigative journalist Jack Anderson reported last week that soon-to-be-former Vice President Dan Quayle is considering an offer to become publisher of the Arizona Republic and Phoenix Gazette. The Quayle-as-R&G-publisher mill began to grind just after the election, when New Times cartoonist Bob Boze Bell…
On September 1, former pro basketball star turned car dealer Sidney Moncrief dropped by the Glendale City Court. Moncrief was seeking an injunction to keep Kevin Taylor–a used-car wholesaler–off the lot of Moncrief’s Glendale Mitsubishi. As it had twice before, the court refused to issue the order. Since Taylor and…
When singer Richie Havens stole the show at Woodstock in 1969, A. Melvin “Mel” McDonald says he was “a Mormon boy up in Utah.” “I thought that festival thing was nothing but a bunch of liberal freaks from back East carrying on,” recalls McDonald, a child prodigy on piano and…
In the six months since it opened, America West Arena has delighted the Valley like a shiny new toy. Sold-out Suns games, arena-football matches, concerts and other events have drawn throngs to the flashy, $87 million hall. Most seem taken by the place. But taxpayers best not ask too many…
Paul Rubin’s book about jazz musicians is clearly a labor of love. Constructed in the form of interviews with 22 outstanding musicians, it takes the genre made famous by Studs Terkel to a higher level of performance. Readers of New Times, familiar with Rubin’s work as one of the most…
You’re Kevin Johnson, once a spectacular performer. But now you must hear the whispers that the Phoenix Suns are a better basketball team without you. At this point, you don’t know how much longer it will take before your various physical ailments will allow you to return to the lineup…
The Mesa Library Advisory Board made a popular choice when it voted 6-1 to reject the gifts of three copies of the book Sex, Madonna’s fleshy paean to Narcissus. Jacqueline Kasper lauds the board’s November 12 decision, saying, “I think this was a very wise decision, and I think it…
When monkeywrencher Mark Davis pleaded guilty to malicious destruction of property in last year’s nationally publicized Earth First! trial, U.S. District Court Judge Robert Broomfield gave him a sentence that allowed for early parole. Davis, a Prescott cabinetmaker who called his business The First Noble Truth Woodwork, went proudly off…
This scene I am not likely to forget. Peter MacDonald, at one time the most honored and powerful Indian in North America, was being sentenced in a federal courtroom in downtown Phoenix. Everything that takes place in the federal building has an ominous ring to it. No television cameras are…
I wanted to call in a mountain lion. I was 10 years old, and during the spring and early summer, it seemed that all I’d heard my father and other northern Arizona cattle ranchers talk about was the big mountain lion too smart to be tracked and treed and shot–the…
Editor’s note: Barry Friedman was a New Times columnist for more than six years, and in that time perpetrated a number of memorable hoaxes. His latest and possibly greatest, which he wrote under the pseudonym Manfried Barry, claimed gold had been discovered under the Scottsdale Galleria; national headlines ensued. Friedman…
As the Hell’s Angels back their bikes against the curb at Oakland International Airport, the squares do double takes. Their conspiratory smiles telegraph envy and empathy, like if they could, they, too, would grow their hair and ride with American steel trembling between their legs. Other bystanders, more sensible, push…
