Fort Lauderdale’s Pulse Nightclub had it all. A woman wearing a spiked leash welcomed you at the door. Electronica and hip-hop sounded on two strobed dance floors while svelte, bikinied babes in space-age wigs danced on pedestals out by the pool, and black-suited pseudo-Mafiosi schmoozed everywhere. Owner Keith Miller spent…
Jen sinks low: Kavetchnik on Zagat (“Survey Says,” Jen Karetnick, December 20)! What great holiday news! Not another opinion piece by Jen “Kavetchnik” Karetnick that ruins a good restaurant and includes her loud kids bothering the patrons! Instead, coverage of another fop, Tim Zagat, and his “survey” of area restaurants…
Flying home after Christmas in New York City six years ago, Janie Axelrad wanted to relax, and the empty rows of seats in the back of the Boeing 757 were calling. So she left her fiancé, Joseph LaPorte, in their ticketed seats in the crowded midsection of the plane and…
The second-story amphitheater of the Xchange swingers club in Hollywood was as busy as it was going to get just past 3 a.m. on a recent Sunday. The amphitheater is the club’s inner sanctum, a high-ceilinged room of subdued light and faux-Roman décor. There weren’t enough people for an all-out…
Jeff Wright brings out the best in people. The 51-year-old Lake Worth resident calls himself “the most wanted handyman in Palm Beach County.” Cops and building inspectors term him a pain in the ass. Back in 1996, the Sun-Sentinel took seriously his claim that he was a Montana Freeman. And…
A nuisance of a board: Good story about the West Palm Beach Nuisance Abatement Board (“This Bad House,” December 6), but Wyatt Olson stopped in the middle. He should have looked further. What happens when the nuisance is abated? Does it disappear forever? Evanesce into space? Vanish, never to reappear?…
1. Macoute Blood Marilise was 18 years old in the fall of 1992 when she boarded a boat leaving Haiti. Her boyfriend, Franfrico, was with her. Maybe a third of the 70 passengers were heading out for reasons similar to Marilise’s: The young women had left home, if they still…
For a man who claims he doesn’t want to talk, Ken Simon says a lot. The portly 58-year-old with graying hair and a shaggy mustache, wedged into a corner booth of a Burger King, rattles on for more than three hours about Tuvan stamp collecting, digressing to hint at the…
The December 10 news release from the Broward Sheriff’s Office and ensuing press coverage hinted at either a terrorist or a dangerous lunatic in our midst: 53-year-old Richardo Gonzalez, the agency reported, had been carrying a canvas bag stuffed with “destructive devices.” One blew up in Gonzalez’s hand. The county…
When September 11 ringleader Mohamed Atta entered the United States this past January 10, federal inspectors mistakenly gave him two extra months on his visa, New Times has learned. While immigration policy dictated that Atta be allowed six months in the country after returning from a trip to Spain, inspectors…
The mysterious Jordanian flew into South Florida on December 3, 2000, armed only with some fake documents and a ludicrous claim that he was a U.S. citizen. Yet Mohammed Braish, who was 22 years old, still made it past the first obstacle: the Immigration and Naturalization Service. With his Jordanian…
Paula had mail duty. Just after 3 p.m. on October 15, she slipped her hands into a pair of clear, plastic medical gloves, walked into the tan-and-blue waiting room, and opened a door in the Planned Parenthood clinic at 3457 N. Dixie Hwy. in Fort Lauderdale. She passed through the…
While sports-talk radio has felt a few ripples of anger at the pathetic Panthers and the horrible Heat, two of the worst teams in professional sports, Undercurrents thinks you haven’t gotten quite angry enough. As Pavel Bure shakes the cobwebs from his pretty, little, concussion-addled head, as the sad spectacle…
Ain’t Stratton’s face part of his head? I have to take exception to the Bandwidth column written by Jeff Stratton about the City Link Music Festival (November 29). Regardless of his intoxicated opinion of any of the local bands, there is never an excuse to pull the plug on a…
Delia Judd’s jaw visibly grinds as she stands before the Nuisance Abatement Board. The gaunt black woman gazes at the floor, shakes her head slowly, and shifts with agitation. Her face is obscured by wraparound sunglasses and a baseball cap pulled down over her forehead. A tangle of silver necklaces…
Six bomb-detection dogs imported from Germany: $40,000. Gas masks with special biological filters: $165,000. A one-ton diesel truck, bomb suits, x-ray machines, and two Chevy Suburbans: $1.2 million. A military-issue Jet Ranger helicopter: $1.3 million. A full-service aviation and bomb unit to house ten pilots and four bomb technicians: $2.2…
No sane reader could ignore the headline in the nether pages of November 20’s Sun-Sentinel: “Man dies after being hit by duck.” Thirty-one-year-old Leon Resnick, the paper reported, was testing a jet ski “at speeds up to about 55 miles per hour, [when he] was knocked from the vessel by…
Watch out for this one, Kai! It was interesting to read of the current exploits of Kai Thorup in Amy Roe’s November 15 story, “Bittersweet Charity.” Not only did I work with him at Nova but I was associated with an organization he once ran that was a personal venue…
Dr. James E. Tylke is fidgety. At 35 years old, the anesthesiologist should have his life on cruise control. Since he was in fifth grade, Tylke had dreamed of becoming a doctor. He’s outgoing, easy to talk to, the kind of guy you hope to sit beside at a sports…
It’s a bright, sunny day on Rosemary Avenue in West Palm Beach, and Lawrence Corning, a scion of the Listerine fortune and, since 1993, a central figure in the city’s downtown revival, is leading a walking tour of his real estate portfolio. He’s selling it all, and the prospect of…
Joe Rose is on the verge of tears. From laughing. The former Miami Dolphin and current cohost of The First Team, the weekday morning sports-talk show on WQAM-AM (560), is listening to two of the program’s regular callers debate the likely outcome of the weekend’s Dolphins-New York Jets game at…
Jen eats: Your November 22 letter “Jen bashing, Part 3,647,986,” is a sarcastic barb directed toward your readership, effectively biting the hand that feeds you. Maybe it’s not working out. Maybe Jen isn’t suited to be a restaurant critic. By the way, it is indisputable that there is such a…
