By Terrence McCoy
By Scott Fishman
By Deirdra Funcheon
By Allie Conti
By New Times Staff
By Ryan Pfeffer
By Deirdra Funcheon
By Kyle Swenson
"Mayor Giulianti exemplifies high moral standards and an impeccable reputation for being honest and true to herself, her city, and her constituents," Hibbert wrote.
The packet contains some randomly complimentary articles, such as one from the Sun-Sentinel's "Hollywood Close-Up" series, as well as one from the Miami Herald's "Neighbors" section. New Times' extensive reporting on Hollywood politics was not included.
It should be noted, however, that a number of New Timesarticles did make it into the packet of documents that constitute the corruption case against Wasserstrom.
Postscript: The league came to its senses and gave the award to Pembroke Pines Mayor Frank Ortis.
Strolling past the hydroponic lettuce at the Lake Worth green market on a recent Saturday afternoon, the 'Pipe came face to face with something that might have been horrifying.
In the arms of a young woman. On a leash. A skunk!
For those enmeshed in the world of rare pets and those who checked out Jeff Stratton's cover story "Off the Leash" three weeks ago, it may be obvious that the skunk was descented a common practice performed on skunks destined for pethood. But the majority of the green market crowd was ignorant of the skunk pet phenomenon, and soon a circle of interrogators had formed.
"What is that?" "Is it a ferret?" "Is it a cat?" "What's its name?" "Where'd you get it?" "What does it eat?" Meghan Mayo, 26, of Lantana, politely answered all of these questions.
"It's a skunk," she repeated for maybe the 20th time that day. It's name is Sway. It came from a pet store, and the pet store got it from a fur factory. It loves hot peppers, gum, and cottage cheese. It hates broccoli. It sleeps in a shorts drawer.
When the inevitable "why" is raised, Mayo is prepared. Her husband, Devon Mayo, is allergic to cats. In fact, he was opposed to any kind of pet, but Mayo, the daughter of a lumberjack, grew up raising raccoons in upstate New York. She has always been fascinated with unusual pets. They rock-paper-scissored, and a skunk it was.
"She's a good pet," Mayo's husband conceded as the skunk leaned over and licked the side of his berry smoothie cup. It's sort of a demure little skunk, and soon the novelty wore off. The crowd began to dwindle, but then an inquisitive older lady approached. She got so close to the furry animal that they were practically nose to nose.
"Is that a bird?" she asked.
As told to Edmund Newton