BILLY CLARK SEEMED like the kind of all-American kid every mother secretly hopes for when she rocks her baby to sleep. Athletic, popular and handsome, Billy graduated in 1989 from a Lutheran high school in Phoenix, where he’d been a soccer star and student-body president. After high school, he joined…
THE AUTOM COMPANY occupies a simple storefront with large windows. Unassuming. Like the old-fashioned office supply store that adjoins it on North Seventh Street, it is a repository of equipment. In this case, religious equipment. “Can I help you find something?” A young woman dressed casually in slacks and shirt…
The long-running dispute about loud music is finally over at the dusty trailer park on Grand Avenue. Except for one detail: What exactly was the music that triggered 93-year-old Ed Mazy’s murderous rage? Glendale police say they aren’t sure what Francine Ritter and Al Centracchio were blasting through the trailer…
When police arrived at her east Phoenix apartment one night last March, Alice Wheeler was lying face down in a pool of blood. Her husband, Samuel Parker, answered the door and, according to police records, admitted he had beaten his wife. The police handcuffed him and placed him under arrest…
“I don’t remember radio,” Shane McCabe says matter-of-factly. “You have to remember I spent most of those years, from the time I was 4 ’til I was 11, locked up in a closet. I never learned to appreciate music, either. I had no radio, no phonograph, so I don’t remember…
Because of his conflicting emotions, Mesa police officer Tim Elliget isn’t sure if he’ll ttend the sentencing of his disgraced ex-cop brother, Dick, for sex crimes against children. But Tim’s wife, B.J., plans to be in the courtroom tomorrow morning (November 14). She’s the Mesa woman to whom Dick’s 16-year-old…
Herb Trammell heard the shotgun blasts just after dawn on August 1, 1989. He looked out his bedroom window in time to see an orange car with wood side panels speeding past. He ran half-dressed out of his home in a middle-class east Phoenix neighborhood and looked around. Trammell saw…
It was midafternoon. As usual, CNN was playing in the background. Most of the time, when I’m home, it remains that way. A promo that Larry King’s upcoming guest will be Joan Rivers or a reference to Patrick Buchanan is not enough to make me turn up the television sound…
Ten years after his untimely death, Bob Marley’s legacy continues to grow. Unreleased material, everything from airchecks to concert bootlegs, continues to trickle into the CD long-box bins. There isn’t a reggae band alive that won’t launch into a Marley hit like “Get Up, Stand Up” when the dance floor…
There were mushrooming clouds of smoke, pulsating lights and video images of dancing cows and Tokyo commuters. Laurie Anderson’s Gammage Auditorium concert last year was a sense-stimulating cyberspectacle. Cerebral entertainment, yeah, but still more Vegas than art school. Anderson not only showed off her talents as a singer (including her…
IT STARTED in San Francisco in the Sixties, at KSAN. As the 1970s began, a few more stations across the country were picking up on the FM “underground” vibe. The owners of KDKB climbed aboard the hippie bandwagon here and began making revolutionary radio. The station’s approach to music then…
I have finally figured out the Redmond murder case. Since I am not extremely quick on the draw, this has only taken me ten years and a few months. I sat in front of the television set Sunday night watching a show based on the Redmond killings called False Arrest,…
ON THE EVENING of October 26, Phoenix artist Rick Bertoni stood in front of a mirror and used makeup to transform his face into a facsimile of a ghoul from the movie Dawn of the Dead. Had he survived till dawn, the onetime godfather of the Phoenix punk scene might…
LATE ONE NIGHT, after everyone else had gone to bed, Dick told Stacie to take off her clothes. “Let me massage your whole body,” he whispered. “Take off your shirt and bra and I’ll just give your whole body a little somethin’.” Dick squirted some baby lotion into his hands…
The owner of a downtown Phoenix gay bar accuses police of using binoculars to spy on him and his customers from an adjacent high-rise. And he’s right. But exactly why this is happening is under hot dispute. According to the bar owner, Steve Johnson of Cruisin’ Central, the problem started…
Stacie Elliget hid from all but a few girlfriends that her father, Mesa Police Department patrol cop Dick Elliget, had been sexually molesting her for years. When she finally tried to get her mother to help her, she got an icy response. “I gave my mom a chance before I…
It’s so peaceful and dark in Barbara Hughes’ neighborhood just south of Carefree Highway that three owls live there, and other wild critters regularly scamper through. But it’s peaceful only on the surface. A battle–so far a polite one–is being waged over whether bulldozers will move in. Hughes lives across…
Passionflies, Squid and Cherry wine New Times feasts on a banquet of local recordings It’s Arizona Music Conference and Showcase ’91 week in the Valley, so let’s celebrate local acts. In the spirit of the event–one designed to focus national attention on Arizona’s homegrown talent–we decided to feature the latest…
IT’S 3 A.M. Those damn sleeping pills just aren’t cutting it anymore. You stumble out of bed. Perhaps you light up a cigarette. Maybe you pop a brew or head for that pint of Haagen-Dazs. But no matter what else you do, you almost certainly turn on the tube. If…
There has been so much speculation surrounding the Arizona State University and Phoenix Cardinals football teams that I decided to see for myself. I drove over to Tempe to see the ASU-UCLA game hours before it was scheduled to start. It was a sunny day with temperatures in the 80s…
Feeling jittery about the recent rash of roller coaster mishaps at the Arizona State Fair? Uneasy riders may want to steer clear of the construction currently under way at the Golf N’ Stuff miniature golf course at Metrocenter. Now going up (so it can come down soon) is Phoenix’s first…
Money slips through his fingers like so much mercury. When the money belongs to a savings and loan, the loss is limited to its depositors–unless the loss is so enormous that the financial institution goes belly up and the taxpayers are left holding the bag. When the money belongs to…
