Dennis Bedford and Albert Monteverde wish the state of Arizona would stop wasting time and money trying to protect them from themselves. For almost four months now, the two gainfully employed, apparently competent men have been attempting to cut a simple business deal that would allow them to invest in…
The Phoenix Police Department had already spent more than half a million dollars investigating the Zubia case–the family of five was found murdered in its Phoenix home in August 1992–when KTVK-TV (Channel 3) special projects producer Pamela Tighe requested access to the department’s homicide report. It cost the police department…
Editor’s note: Last Friday night, after this story was completed and laid out in New Times, the Carl Hayden football team finally won a game. Writer Paul Rubin and photographer Timothy Archibald were there to witness the celebration. That something wonderful was about to happen became apparent to Carl Hayden…
Dr. Robert McClarin has the patient and mellow air of someone who has been an elementary-school principal for 27 years. Silently, he walks the empty halls of his domain–Desert Cove Elementary School on 28th Street, just north of Shea Boulevard–tugging on doors to see if they are locked, peering into…
It is a key moment for the Phoenix Cardinals in last Sunday’s game against the New Orleans Saints. Cards’ quarterback Chris Chandler throws a pretty pass downfield–right into the hands of a Saints defender. High in the grandstand above the north end zone, the “Wild Cards” groan. So do most…
Think you understand this TV market, vidkids? It’s a place where Matlock reigns supreme, right? A metroplex full of folks who still honor the memory of the late, great Lawrence Welk, and who sometimes become overwhelmed by the fast pace of Pets on Parade. Think so? Well, think about this:…
when Bill Clinton recently brokered the historic handshake between Yitzhak Rabin and Yasser Arafat–the Kodak Moment that punctuated the accord between Israel and the Palestine Liberation Organization–we were filled with hope. Hope that Rodney King wasn’t nuts to think we all can get along. Hope that long-standing tribal feuds will…
Carl Hayden High School running back Roy Moody faces his teammates in the Falcons’ silent dressing room. It’s moments before the team’s football game against the Moon Valley Rockets on a cool Friday night in west Phoenix. “No one cares about us, baby,” Moody starts, his strong voice bouncing off…
“I have no fear of getting old,” Charles Barkley says. “I’m at peace as my skills decline.” It is an hour after an exhibition-game loss to the New York Knicks. Barkley is the only player left in the Phoenix Suns’ dressing room. The writers for the daily newspapers are over…
Late one afternoon in February 1991, Thurza Altaha and her 16-year-old daughter drove from the Fort Apache Indian Reservation to the Indian hospital in Phoenix. For the teenager, it would be a one-way trip back to Anglo society. For the mother, the trip was an acknowledgment that her only daughter…
Just before dawn, with coyotes yipping from the trees across a narrow forest road just south of the Mogollon Rim, Arizona Game and Fish Department law enforcement specialist Ron Day pulls a tom turkey from the back of his truck. It’s a mounted gobbler, a bagpipe-size bird that the Game…
Maricopa County prosecutor Myrna Parker has been living with the Bob Crane murder case for more than three years now. She has spent untold hours conducting interviews around the nation, poring over the thick files, appearing in court. But Parker won’t be around to see the Crane case through to…
Matchbook covers. Cigarette wrappers. Business cards. Coffee stirrers. Fingernails. Thanks to the ingenuity of a pair of Mesa businessmen, the orally aggravated can add another item to this list of unorthodox toothpicks: a two-inch spine clipped from a saguaro cactus. “They’re much superior to traditional, wooden toothpicks,” claims Anthony Williams,…
WANTED: Self-starter with extensive experience in political advocacy, fund raising and lobbying, to serve as executive director, Common Cause Arizona chapter. Preferred candidate: ethical–but not self-righteous; plugged into scene at state legislature–but not an insider. Must be able to operate fax and photocopy machine, answer phone. SALARY: $20,000-$25,000 for the…
Steve Emerine swears he’s not a cop. A spokesman for the University of Arizona’s controversial Mount Graham International Observatory project, 58-year-old Emerine claims he attends campus demonstrations only to observe and answer media questions. “Under no circumstances, that I can think of, would I be involved in telling police who…
“She wanted me. I was sure of that,” Sam says, recalling the day about two years ago that he met Cheri. Her cart accidentally bumped into his at the local supermarket, and he struck up a conversation with the striking, long-legged redhead. They hit it off immediately, engaging in what…
Los Angeles street cop Dan Calderon sketches in the air with an imaginary brush. “If I wasn’t a cop, I wouldn’t have nothin’ to draw about,” he says. “I’m not into pictures of flowers and stuff. I’m not an accomplished artist, but I’m into real life–what’s real to me.” Calderon…
The murder of Carle Hodge, the finest science writer I ever knew, remains a mystery. That his death would be shrouded by enigma is only fitting. Hodge himself lived a life so private that many of the pertinent details were unknown by his friends and fellow workers. Everyone liked and…
Joe Bugel is too easy a target. He is the quintessential Bozo. He is a caricature of the simpleminded football coach. Unfortunately for Bugel, he was the man who was forced to face the television cameras last Sunday. It was Bugel’s job to explain why the Phoenix Cardinals had dropped…
A degree of madness has enveloped us all since last year’s acquisition of Charles Barkley by the Phoenix Suns. It has now reached astonishing proportions. I need only cite the panic over a minor incident at the Suns’ training camp in Flagstaff last Saturday night. Barkley was running a wind…
His face pinkens with exertion as he lifts the tightly bound bundles of mail onto a desk in a back corner of a Washington, D.C., congressional office. He snips the plastic binding with scissors and sorts through the contents. In his mid-60s, skinny and bowlegged with a face leathered by…
Tempe on a Friday night. Mill Avenue, the main drag, is a warm, yeasty environment, alive with frat rats, gang wanna-bes, packs of young women from the dorms and mom-and-pop tourists in the kind of ugly madras shorts that only Ohioans bring to the desert. A shaggy transient toting a…
