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Bernie Weiss Hunted Nazis and Hosted Mobsters in Havana — Now He Wants Respect

By Michael E. Miller
Mar 24, 2015

Bernie Weiss could be your grandpa. Nestled on the 12th floor of a custard-colored Collins Avenue retirement home, his small studio apartment bears all the signs of senescence. The air inside is as cool and moist as a supermarket veggie aisle. The coffee table is spread with gummies and Publix...
As Cuban Embargo Fizzles, the Battle for the Cigar Industry Smolders

By Michael E. Miller
Feb 10, 2015

True to its name, Nicaragua's Puro Humo cigar festival is hazy as hell. The smoke is thick enough to slice. Flames flicker and fade in the darkness. Figures drift through the fumes. Grinning businessmen gnaw on smoldering cigars. Bow-tied waiters scurry in the half-light. And beautiful women in sequined dresses...
The End of the Embargo Could Kill Miami's Cuban Cigar Industry

By Michael E. Miller
Feb 3, 2015

When did you last travel to Cuba?" the man demanded. "And when was the last time before that? And before that?" The questions cut through the decades. The room was bigger now. The windows were no longer barred. Men in suits had replaced soldiers in fatigues. And the crackle of...
South Florida Cops Misuse Tasers, With Deadly Results

By Michael E. Miller
Dec 30, 2014

Richard Rosengarten walked into Publix at 4:20 p.m. November 15, 2013. Normally, not even Rosengarten, a brilliant and bespectacled University of Miami law student, would remember the exact date and time he went grocery shopping. But it's not every day you see cops electrify an innocent man. The supermarket's automatic...
Chris Topher Conquers His Tragic Past and Miami's Standup Circuit

By Michael E. Miller
Nov 4, 2014

For a moment, it looks like the standup comedian is about to cry. From behind thick black glasses, he peers out -- pupils contracted by the glare -- at the roomful of strangers and says nothing. Then he turns away from the crowd and pulls a crumpled piece of paper...

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