During its short year-and-a-half life, the Baja Beach Club in Fort Lauderdale's Riverplace managed to rake in more than $2 million -- a considerable amount of dough for a bar open only on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday evenings. Now the spacious second-floor bar sits shuttered, with 37 people out of jobs and its partners duking it out in court. Bankruptcy, dude (and dudette).
What happened? Depends upon who you ask, of course. Some folks say the most recent version of the Baja never captured the extroverted cachet of the old place, on Federal Highway at Oakland Park Boulevard. That was "spring break central," a place with sharks dangling from the ceiling and cuties sprawled across the bar as guys slurped shots out of their navels. You know, sophisticated entertainment. "It was pretty wild and crazy," one patron reported in an online chatroom. "Bartenders whipping out their private parts, unbelievable stuff going on on the dance floor."
The new place, with a huge dance floor, a Latin lovers' side room, and a patio bar, aimed a little higher. Well, they charged more to get in (for guys, a $10 cover and $9 for a cocktail).
The club's majority owners, Corbett Lenz and Seth Daley, who are brothers-in-law and 70 percent owners, agreed last fall to sell the business to minority partner John Ganci. But in the bar business, agreement is a slippery term. The proposed sale quickly devolved into acrimony, a lawsuit, and a countersuit. Before Baja's duded-up patrons knew what was happening, Ganci was claiming that the club had been mismanaged; he began seeking to dissolve the business and petitioning for a court-appointed financial overseer.
Then it was up to Broward Circuit Court Judge Robert Rosenberg to sort out the club's finances. Rosenberg was not impressed with what he saw. In an April 12 order granting control of the joint's finances to an attorney, the judge complained that he was never provided with "reliable financial books... or candid testimony." He was, however, given "recently manufactured, and indeed manicured, business statements."
Noting that the company had never made a profit, Rosenberg asserted that there "remains a question whether money is being diverted from... cash collected at the door." He concluded that the club was "mismanaged" and "continues to be operated in a manner that... may be tantamount to fraud." One of those activist liberal judges, obviously.
Ganci's attorney declined to comment, but Daley bitterly summed up his former partner: "He decided to burn the place to the ground -- legally, illegally, whatever he wanted to do." Anybody who'd do something like that to a place where American young people are sucking tequila out of their girlfriends' navels would probably paint a mustache on the Mona Lisa. A freakin' nihilist.
Nix the Picnic
Tailpipe packed the deviled eggs in the picnic basket, filled the thermos with fortified lemonade, dug out the checkered tablecloth, and headed for Riverland Woods Park the other day. Nothing like spreading out your transportable victuals in a bucolic little sanctuary -- like, say, along the banks of the New River -- on a warm spring day, eh?
But the 'Pipe smacked hard, metal on metal, against a chainlink fence. No park, no playground for the disappointed pipettes, no comfortable riverside spot. Riverland Woods Park -- despite a Sun-Sentinel story two years ago saying the place was open and ready for business -- is nothing but a neglected construction site. Scuffed dirt and a pile of gravel. In fact, say residents of southwest Fort Lauderdale who have been awaiting the opening of the park since 2002, it's much as it has been for the past ten years.
Negotiations for the site at U.S. 441 and Interstate 595 actually began in 1995. Joan Sheridan, a leading activist in the Lauderdale Isles neighborhood, led a waterway cleanup on the New River that year. Soon, Sheridan was lobbying county officials to build a park with a boat ramp on the 15-acre parcel at the end of Riverland Road. Eventually, Sheridan, with help from state and local politicians, worked out a land swap with the owner for five acres.
Residents couldn't prevent a developer from sucking up the adjacent five acres for a storage facility.
But with bank loans and public grants in place, it seemed as if it was going to happen. There would be a park, a boat ramp, and a pedestrian/bike bridge across the river. But then, state parks funders picked BRC Construction, a firm from Hialeah with no prior park experience, to oversee the job. By the end of 2004, with a little more than half of the work completed, BRC went bankrupt. SunCoast, the new contractor, is scheduled to finish the abandoned park by July. So it says. The neighbors keep a crust of hard-earned skepticism in place.
"We've been pretty frustrated," says neighbor Michael Natale, who sits on Fort Lauderdale's parks and rec advisory board. "This should have been a done deal years ago."
Natale, Sheridan, and Lauderdale Isles activist Randy Dunlap still hope to acquire the site's remaining five acres as a greenspace entry to southwest Fort Lauderdale. But a developer is eyeing that spot too, for condos. "I can see it coming like a freight train," Dunlap worries.
A couple of weeks ago, New Times published a cover story, "Love & Loathing," by Wyatt Olson, concerning a feud between some Pahokee police officers and Robert Love, a felon who turned from drug dealing to city politicking. Soon after publication, one of the officers, Sgt. Lawrence Holborow, complained that the paper had gotten it wrong, that the Police Department was investigating him only for improperly accepting four cases of beer, not for sexual misconduct. And he hadn't been suspended, he said. He was on administrative leave. Besides, he added, the Pahokee Chamber of Commerce had named him Officer of the Year in 2003.
Points well-taken, big boy. For the record, here's what three people have said about the officer they call "New York" and his responses.
In April 2004, 18-year-old Cynthia Cavazos complained that Holborow had suggested that they "make out in front of my husband so my husband could get jealous of us." Holborow later threatened her, she claimed. The officer says Cavazos was drunk and in the midst of a domestic dispute when he arrested her husband. She never followed up, and the complaint was dropped. "I never made the comment," said Holborow, who contends he never heard about the complaint until told of it by New Times. "That's not sexual misconduct."
Also in April of that year, Pamela Batchelor, a Palm Beach Sheriff's Office dispatcher, complained that Holborow had spoken inappropriately in front of her. In talking with a male subordinate, Holborow allegedly referred to the fondling of "breasteses" at a nightclub and "continued to rudely refer to the fondling of women," Batchelor wrote in a complaint filed with Pahokee police. After the investigation was "postponed to avoid potentially compromising other complaints that were filed," according to police records, it was deemed "inactive without an investigation being done."
Holborow responds that he might have used the word breasts while trying to counsel a younger employee -- but it wasn't sexual misconduct. He claims Batchelor gave up. "She didn't want to be bothered," he says.
A third case, from September 2004, involved an 18-year-old girl and her grandmother that a Police Department tracking sheet classified as "Conduct (Sexual)." A memo says that "certain uncalled-for remarks were made to an 18-year-old girl and her grandmother." Holborow doesn't know details of the case but said it was likely retaliation for a narcotics investigation he was working on. The complaint was dismissed after the investigator couldn't make contact with the girl, he said.
Finally, there's the matter of the beer. Last week, the Palm Beach State Attorney's Office completed an investigation of the matter and found no criminal conduct, recommending that the matter be dealt with "administratively." Good luck, Holborow. You're a fine cop.
Street Is My Canvas
The 'Pipe has been known to spread black smoke around, which is OK for bus benches and bleak tenements. But he has long regretted his smog-purveying damage to a mural just north of Sunrise Boulevard and NE Fourth Avenue.
So this tube offers profuse thanks to guerrilla lowbrow legend Steve Sticht, one of the geniuses behind the blue bikes you see parked all over town and the guy who recently refreshed the mural. (The 'Pipe doesn't spend much time at those highfalutin art galleries; they won't let him in.)
You know Sticht. He was the wünderkind who hung what he calls "Jackson Pollack-like" American flags on dilapidated buildings all over town after 9/11. And he's the wild-eyed madman who painted all those four-foot-tall, HoJo-colored railroad ties near the FEC tracks at NE 17th Court. "My gallery is street art," he says.
Several months ago, when the 46-year-old saw that the huge mural of tropical leaves, flowers, and creatures painted on the walls near a Home Depot and a Rinker's Concrete plant had lost its hue, he dug through his house, found some paint -- and headed out. Not in the daytime, like normal painters would, but in the evening.
"I asked the guys at Rinker's if I could. They said 'OK,' so I went out there every night for about two weeks at 8:30 or 9 p.m. I did one color at a time. I tried to keep it close to the original."
Guys would come by on bikes, he says, asking whether he was being paid.
The answer: Nope. Thanks, Steve.
New Times Broward-Palm Beach and Miami New Times took eight Green Eyeshade awards each -- more than any other weekly or monthly papers in 11 Southeastern states -- this past weekend at a banquet sponsored by the Society for Professional Journalists in Atlanta. Staff Writer Sam Eifling came up with the Broward-Palm Beach newspaper's only first, for a story about Pembroke Pines boxer Daniel Santos. Staff writers Eric Alan Barton and Jeff Stratton took two awards each, and Art Critic Michael Mills and Editor Chuck Strouse also placed. The Miami newspaper took three firsts, in feature reporting, criticism, and investigative reporting.
-- As told to Edmund Newton
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