Somewhere right now, in some remote farm, maybe in the Midwest or clear on the other side of the globe, a sheep is rubbing obsessively against fence posts and barbed wire, as if trying to reach some incessant itch. The sheep will scratch itself until its wool disappears, right down…
Read it and cringe: Anybody who is truly in the know, Says the flea market is the place you gotta go. Liberty City is where I’m talking about, Listen up now; I ain’t gonna shout. Those are just four of the 66 wince-worthy lines the Miami Herald printed last week…
Our business is communication. And the people we communicate with perceive what we say in different ways. That’s evident in Wednesday’s paper in a pre-print section. With the best of intentions, we wrote a piece in Tropical Life on hip-hop couture in the language of the genre. A interesting story…
Once a commission candidate, always a critic: Bob Norman’s June 20 column, “Justice Revised,” reveals how Hollywood taxpayers are represented and at what cost. The piece does not compliment Mayor Mara Giulianti, Commissioner Keith Wasserstrom, or the way public business has been conducted regarding a contract for the removal of…
At the weigh-in before the big fight, Daniel Santos fills out forms with his address and medical history and promises not to sue if he dies in the ring. Then he waits. The Tampa hotel conference room buzzes with people who consider themselves raging badasses. And here, Santos is practically…
Imagine trying to find a decent drink of water in Pensacola. Environmental agencies have found the city’s water supply to be so hopelessly laced with dry cleaning chemicals, pesticides, petroleum products, and the like that even Tailpipe wouldn’t want to put it too near his rusty lips. An Escambia County…
In the early morning of May 28, 2002, Sgt. Raphael Wolfe pulled his squad car up to the chainlink fence around the Broward Sheriff’s Office auto service center in Lauderdale Lakes. He punched in the entrance code to open the gate, then drove to the fuel pumps. As he filled…
January 26, 2004 (Sun-Sentinel): In an annual survey released this month, the influential American Jewish Committee found that the number of Jews who considered themselves Republican had increased from 9 percent in 2000 to 16 percent in 2003. The GOP sees this as a big opportunity for the party, and…
But Hollywood is just dumb: Thanks for being on top of what is happening in Hollywood (“Justice Revisited,” Bob Norman, May 20). Unfortunately, it seems most residents are wearing blinders and don’t know what is going on. Maybe we should distribute Norman’s article door-to-door and wake up the city’s residents…
Sometimes, it takes a fender-bender to reveal the mixed-up, multifarious soul of South Florida. On Friday, May 7, an unidentified woman who was talking on her cell phone while behind the wheel (according to one account, at least) ran a red light at Harrison Avenue and 19th Street in Hollywood…
Red, mutilated crustacean corpses were all over the sun-scorched, tread-flattened grass in front of the Rosey Baby booth, where the crawfish boil was going down. Lines of festivalgoers, many in bright dresses and black, Velcro Reeboks with frilly socks, trampled the husks as they inched toward the counter to get…
Florida’s top court has taken away Michael Satz’s favorite excuse, so the Broward State Attorney will have to find a new reason to let corrupt officials slide. For years, Satz’s public corruption unit has been giving free passes to politicos based on its strict interpretation of Florida’s unlawful compensation statute,…
Sunday, November 30, 2003, was the last day of Kemar Campbell’s Thanksgiving vacation. There’s no way he could have known it would be the last day of his life. The 17-year-old spent that afternoon playing basketball. By 4:15, he and his brothers had wrapped up their game and were walking…
Behead the head shop: I am appalled at the stupidity of your company and newspaper. I have read your “Best of Broward-Palm Beach 2004” issue (May 13) and cannot believe what I read. You have picked one of the last head shops in the area (Grateful J’s) and degraded its…
Every Friday just before dusk, drummers and artists meet at a West Palm Beach home that looks like Salvador Dalí and Dr. Seuss collaborated on the architecture. The crowd that meets at the house, just across the railroad tracks from the Disney-like atmosphere of CityPlace, shares casseroles and goulash before…
Not long after his 33rd birthday in January, Johnny Mitchell’s planned return to professional football hit rock bottom. Even though Mitchell was one of the best pass-catching tight ends in the past decade and even though he’s in better shape than many rookies, nobody was interested. He could run the…
Fire the district: Just finished reading today’s edition of Tailpipe (“Do Not Delete: Footprints on the Bill of Rights,” May 6). It sounds as if Howard Schulman, now a former security guard, lost his job defending your paper. At best, his superiors were going to demote him, but he refused…
Chocolada, 1923 Hollywood Blvd.
Club M, 2037 Hollywood Blvd.
Club XIT, 219 N. 21st Ave.
Coyote Bar and Grille, 1926a Hollywood Blvd.
Duck-Inn, 1846 Harrison St.
Nikki Marina, 3555 S. Ocean Dr.
Octopus Garden, 1942 Hollywood Blvd.
O’Hara’s, 1903 Hollywood Blvd.
Sonar, 2006 Hollywood Blvd.
Sneakers, 112 S. 20th Ave.
Zombie, 1934 Hollywood Blvd.
Tailpipe is always reluctant to use the U word (un-American, that is), but what else do you say about an organization that blatantly violates the First Amendment? Officials at the North Broward Hospital District are apparently so far into denial about their own mismanagement, waste, and insider dealings that they’ve…
It’s approaching 8 p.m. on March 18. About 400 people are crowded together elbow-to-elbow outside Brasserie Las Olas in Fort Lauderdale. A cool breeze off the Atlantic Ocean whistles through the downtown skyscrapers as everyone waits. Then comes the music. The clapping follows. “Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy!” the crowd chants. Jim…
Alexis, a tall exotic dancer from New Hampshire with golden blond hair that hangs seductively to the small of her back, sits at the bar of Spearmint Rhino Gentlemen’s Club on Federal Highway, a bottle of water in one hand. It’s nearing 9 p.m. on a Tuesday, and the Oakland…
Save ’em from slaughter; end the travesty: Thank you for having the courage to expose what really goes on at the Hollywood Greyhound Track and at greyhound tracks in general (“Finished Line,” April 29). Why this pathetic pastime continues to exist is beyond me. I am a volunteer with Friends…
