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It happens all the time: I'm someplace outside of Arizona, I mention that I live here most of the year, and the Phoenix-bashing commences. "Oh, no! Phoenix!" moaned Dennis, the first time I met him. Dennis owns Parkside Vintage, an amazing antiques store I always visit when I'm in Warren,...

If Biltmore Fashion Park's lookin' paler than normal — whiter even than the line at a NASCAR concession stand — this bilious blackbird can tell ya why. Seems the swank, Vegasy restaurant-bar-nightclub io, which catered mostly to an upscale African-American crowd, has been kicked to the curb by AZ mall...

Three years since Phoenix New Times ran our "Exploding Downtown" series, the wrecking ball is still taking aim all over downtown, threatening what little history the city has left to preserve. Will Phoenix wind up a cross between Disneyland and Mill Avenue? This week: Phoenix is too eager to scrape...

Last week, this park-lovin' pigeon decided to take advantage of P-town's "cold snap" of highs in the 90s and flap down to Wesley Bolin Memorial Plaza, right across from the Arizona State Capitol, for a summer stroll through that public promenade filled with monuments both large and small, both moving...

The canonization of Jerry Colangelo as the savior of Phoenix will continue this week as the local media stumble over themselves to heap accolades on him as he's inducted September 10 into the Basketball Hall of Fame. Be prepared for full-page spreads in the Valley's two major daily newspapers extolling...

Looks like another Tempe institution is a goner. A couple of months back, a pair of Arizona State University grads who own a couple of tony Scottsdale bars snagged Bandersnatch -- a lowbrow mainstay of downtown Tempe's quickly disappearing bar scene. At the time, longtime customers and employees of the...

Picture the Jerry Lewis telethon. See that guy in the wheelchair with the crooked arm? Now imagine him trying to juggle a dozen raw eggs. This conjures up a mixture of revulsion and fear, doesn't it? Which is precisely what I feel when confronted by a microphone. Except the eggs...

Coming off the graveyard shift at his Mobil station in Scottsdale, Tom Van Boven looks the way he feels. Van Boven would prefer not to work 16 hours a day, but he had to lay off half his help last Christmas to make ends meet. Business is still slow, though,...

In the theater of money and power in Scottsdale, Arizona, Fred Unger's enemies have cast him in the role of Evil Developer. Unger's vehicle certainly fits the part -- a new Chevy Suburban, black on black. "Let me be completely honest with you," Unger says, deftly piloting his gun ship...

An old college textbook seemed inconsequential when Doug Combs happened upon it about two years ago. Nonetheless, he thumbed through the book on economics before throwing it away. By chance the veteran America West pilot's eye alighted upon one sentence that gave him pause. Buying stock in a company, it...

"Gimme a bray-ay-ay-ay-ake! Gimme a bray-ay-ay-ay-ake! No-oh-oh-oh!" Standing alone in a soundproof room, a grown man is imitating a sick car. Other adults watch through a small window, listening, coaching, judging. The five people assembled in the small recording studio and control room are making a sixty-second radio commercial for...