It is about midnight when the cop from Norway cruises East Van Buren Street for the first time. “Wow!” says Einar Kristoffersen, three days into his first visit to the States. “My Godt!” His guttural exclamations are not evoked by the hookers and drug pushers who normally haunt Van Buren…
It’s easy to dislike Frank Ellena. He is loud and argumentative, with a boorish and aggressive manner that is instantly alienating. A large, hulking figure, he has a plump, oval face surrounding two eyes that bulge and burn with righteous anger whenever his views or logic are even gingerly questioned…
When Robert P. McCulloch was building Lake Havasu City in the late 1960s, he needed something to draw settlers to the sparsely populated lake on the western Arizona border. So he purchased the London Bridge, dismantled it, and rebuilt it at his fledgling aquatic playground, hoping to lure buyers into…
Prescott is in an uproar because its own Chamber of Commerce motto, “Everybody’s Hometown,” is coming to pass. The problem is, not all residents are willing to share their hometown with everyone. The battle lines are drawn: Pro-growthers versus anti-growthers. The tactics are ugly. The outcome is uncertain. City Council…
They don’t call Steve Krafft a probing reporter for nothing. That’s why the Channel 10 investigative news hound is the recipient of our latest Bill Close Award. New Times periodically bestows the coveted award, named after the former Channel 10 fossil, on local newscasters who go below and beside the…
U.S. Bankruptcy Court Judge Redfield Baum looked at the attorneys sitting before him and got right to the point. “I’m gonna tell you,” he told two representatives of the Phoenix firm of Hessinger and Associates, “in these fee applications, if you don’t show exactly what you’ve done, you’re not going…
Eric Taylor was a proud father, an exceptional college athlete, a hard worker and a devout Christian. He was six feet seven inches tall, with a strong jaw, heavy brows and chiseled features that could look forbidding until they eased into a freely given, gap-toothed smile. But he lived his…
Eric Taylor was a proud father, an exceptional college athlete, a hard worker and a devout Christian. He was six feet seven inches tall, with a strong jaw, heavy brows and chiseled features that could look forbidding until they eased into a freely given, gap-toothed smile. But he lived his…
“We feel our pain through the keys on this board, and we get goose bumps because we know what emotions are truly behind every note. We silicone sisters are here for one another. Please keep signing on.” –Subscriber to a national breast-implant computer bulletin board Teresa Butler recalls what she…
“We feel our pain through the keys on this board, and we get goose bumps because we know what emotions are truly behind every note. We silicone sisters are here for one another. Please keep signing on.” –Subscriber to a national breast-implant computer bulletin board Teresa Butler recalls what she…
Eric Taylor was a proud father, an exceptional college athlete, a hard worker and a devout Christian. He was six feet seven inches tall, with a strong jaw, heavy brows and chiseled features that could look forbidding until they eased into a freely given, gap-toothed smile. But he lived his…
“We feel our pain through the keys on this board, and we get goose bumps because we know what emotions are truly behind every note. We silicone sisters are here for one another. Please keep signing on.” –Subscriber to a national breast-implant computer bulletin board Teresa Butler recalls what she…
It isn’t unusual to see upscale Phoenix neighborhoods fighting tooth and nail to prevent the slightest encroachment of the poorer masses on their suburban turf. Many local homeowners’ associations have been created expressly to stand astride the path of blight, trumpeting the well-worn battle cry–Not in My Backyard!” The latest…
Late on a recent spring morning, a green Hyundai pulls up to the entrance of Phoenix Zoo, depositing a fiftysomething man clad in a tattered, satin clown suit. He has glittery circles of makeup smeared on his cheeks and nose. After stowing a cardboard box and sweater under a palm…
First it was Burt and Loni. Then it was Ted and Whoopi. And now, after one of the hottest, heaviest and most embarrassing relationships the town has ever seen, the honeymoon between Planet Hollywood and the Phoenix media finally appears to be over. And not a moment too soon. Just…
It isn’t unusual to see upscale Phoenix neighborhoods fighting tooth and nail to prevent the slightest encroachment of the poorer masses on their suburban turf. Many local homeowners’ associations have been created expressly to stand astride the path of blight, trumpeting the well-worn battle cry–Not in My Backyard!” The latest…
It isn’t unusual to see upscale Phoenix neighborhoods fighting tooth and nail to prevent the slightest encroachment of the poorer masses on their suburban turf. Many local homeowners’ associations have been created expressly to stand astride the path of blight, trumpeting the well-worn battle cry–Not in My Backyard!” The latest…
First it was Burt and Loni. Then it was Ted and Whoopi. And now, after one of the hottest, heaviest and most embarrassing relationships the town has ever seen, the honeymoon between Planet Hollywood and the Phoenix media finally appears to be over. And not a moment too soon. Just…
Late on a recent spring morning, a green Hyundai pulls up to the entrance of Phoenix Zoo, depositing a fiftysomething man clad in a tattered, satin clown suit. He has glittery circles of makeup smeared on his cheeks and nose. After stowing a cardboard box and sweater under a palm…
Late on a recent spring morning, a green Hyundai pulls up to the entrance of Phoenix Zoo, depositing a fiftysomething man clad in a tattered, satin clown suit. He has glittery circles of makeup smeared on his cheeks and nose. After stowing a cardboard box and sweater under a palm…
First it was Burt and Loni. Then it was Ted and Whoopi. And now, after one of the hottest, heaviest and most embarrassing relationships the town has ever seen, the honeymoon between Planet Hollywood and the Phoenix media finally appears to be over. And not a moment too soon. Just…
Pro basketball is all glitter, bombast and tasteless television commercials these days. It’s as though the game has been taken over by the Madison Avenue ad men. They can’t wait until the hoops really are 20 feet high and the floor is 100 yards long. The purity, simplicity and soul…
