Pete Rose deserves to be in baseball’s Hall of Fame. The preliminary committee which chooses the names to be placed on the ballot has decreed that Rose’s name will be kept off because he is still on baseball’s ineligible list. Rose was suspended for “life” by A. Bartlett Giamatti, the…
It came so unexpectedly. Congress had been debating for three days. Now it was almost time for the final vote in the United States Senate. Senator Daniel Inouye of Hawaii was one of the last speakers. A camera poised high above Inouye picked him up as he strode wearily to…
Andy Conlin can’t decide whether he’s happy or wary about the antiwar demonstration that turned up at Arizona Center shortly after its November opening. “I was flattered,” says the Rouse Company’s Phoenix point man at first, “because it showed that people were recognizing this as the community’s focal point.” But…
Forget love at first sight. Get ready for marriage on first date! “It seemed like a fun idea at the time,” chuckles Phoenix deejay Danny Bonaduce. “Of course, my fiancee back in Philadelphia wasn’t too thrilled about it.” The erstwhile smartass of The Partridge Family recently married a woman he’d…
The door may be opening a little wider for water raids on rural Arizona by the big cities. And the threat comes from one of the least likely sources–a state senator-elect who hasn’t even taken office yet. Carol Springer, a Prescott Republican, announced December 13 she would introduce legislation to…
When Arizona intrudes on the national consciousness the way an angry red pimple pops up on prom night, expatriate Steve Benson gets tears in his eyes. Then, when he stops laughing, it’s time to get back to work. It’s been a year since the cartoonist left his job at the…
For a comic-book superheroine who hasn’t been in wide circulation yet, the Incredible Librarian has quite a following. She gets fan mail from Australia. Her exploits are publicized in newspaper stories and trade journals. Her image is printed on coffee mugs. Incredible Librarian tee shirts are available in several languages,…
Mario Puzo has always insisted that when he wrote The Godfather, he knew so little about organized crime that he had no real Mafia dons in mind as models for Don Corleone. From his writing, it is clear that he regards them as a higher form of life than politicians…
An anthology of minitales that couldn’t be padded to full-column length–or sold to Reader’s Digest on short notice. If Uri Geller, What Am I? As my wife walked our son home from kindergarten in the company of a new classmate and his mother, the kids got into a bitter argument…
Now, nearly fifteen years later, Don Devereux still remembers the empty feeling. He had just received word that Don Bolles, a reporter he much admired, had just been blown up in broad daylight by a bomb placed underneath his car. “I was working in Santa Fe on land-fraud cases,” Devereux…
When Joe Rogers first read Martin Luther King Jr.’s words in public, something strange happened. As president of the Congress of Afro-American Students at Colorado State University, Rogers was no newcomer to public speaking. He had participated in several public debates as an undergraduate, had introduced Jesse Jackson at a…
The life of your average barroom sot is getting better. No, beer and whiskey have not become cheaper or any less debilitating. No, the long-term health benefits of cigarette smoke have not finally been revealed. Neither pool nor darts has been proven to be an IQ enhancer. Pickled eggs are…
“He is wrong and I am right,” the voice says. “Clearly, I am right and you are wrong, and you surely must know it,” comes the reply. Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah! Will they stick out their tongues? Pout or resort to spitballs? No, these attacks are not squabblings overheard in a schoolyard. Rather,…
Blame it on the holidays, the leftover eggnog or those sappy long-distance telephone commercials on TV, but I’ve been thinking about calling my father. It’s not like we chat at the beginning of every new year. Or at the beginning of every new decade. I haven’t seen or spoken to…
The caller wanted to talk to Peter Hester about death. Hester, a self-styled adventurer, amateur archaeologist and the most notorious of Arizona’s pot hunters–those who excavate long-abandoned Indian villages and burial sites for knowledge, fun and profit–is familiar with the subject. Digging from the ground what is left behind by…
Glen Christensen’s life came to its untimely end as the sun dawned on the hottest day ever recorded in the City of Phoenix. Christensen was asleep in his bedroom at the Fontanelle Supervisory Care Home when the building’s air-conditioning system broke down around 2 a.m. on June 26, 1990. A…
“Laissez les bon temps rouler!” Translation? “Let the good times roll!”–which just happens to be the official motto of Fat Tuesday, a New Orleans-style bar and restaurant in Tempe that promises customers a virtual Mardi Gras on Mill. But for the past three years, the Atlanta-based chain has unwittingly been…
Maricopa County’s “drug war” generals are taking aim at the local Asian community and want to use the unprecedented method of wiretapping fax transmissions. The federally funded high-tech blitz, which also would include a $70,000 surveillance van and equipment to intercept beeper messages and cellular-telephone conversations, would be conducted by…
We make the mistake of rooting for the underdog. Pretty soon, our hearts cloud our judgment. That’s why I felt so sure the other night that college basketball’s upset of the year was about to happen. I’d read the advance stories about Princeton’s basketball team in the New York Times…
I’ve been thinking of selling my son into the foreign slave market before he becomes a teenager. It is now clear I have no other choice. A confrontation with thirty moronic high school boys who want to beat one up during their lunch break at Burger King tends to solidify…
“When it came to a dead reporter,” John Harvey Adamson said, “they just put him in the ground and turned him over to the worms.” I was sitting in a small room with Adamson in the Arizona State Prison at Florence. He was in shackles that held his arms pinned…
We did not know what we would discover. We knew only that a singular monument to man’s industrious spirit, a dam, was altering the handiwork of God, the Grand Canyon. For six months, Kathleen Stanton roamed the West: From the rapids of the Colorado River beneath the towering walls of…
