A Dream Deferred

Info:Correction Date: 10/29/1998 Info: A Dream Deferred After a decade in office, Carlton Moore hasn’t done much for Fort Lauderdale’s poorest residents. But he has helped himself. By Jay Cheshes Carlton Moore is a pillar of a man, a politician with the public persona of a high-school principal. His smile,…

Trinchi Warfare

Why does John Ellis “Jeb” Bush keep visiting Amadeo “Trinchi” Trinchitella? Five times in the past six months, the 45-year-old Republican gubernatorial candidate has made his way to Century Village in Deerfield Beach to kowtow to the 80-year-old Democratic power broker. The reason for the visits has much to do…

Undercurrents

Yo Bobby! Over here, give us a smile. Now put your hands out for the bracelets. Last week bad-boy pop star Bobby Brown, stepping from a white convertible Rolls Royce outside the Broward County Jail, hammed it up before the cameras and tried to turn the nightmare of incarceration into…

TV From There

It’s the fall season, a time when television networks prove their freshness and creativity. Fox offers That ’70s Show, a drug-laced, coming-of-age story set in suburban Wisconsin. The WB network gives us Felicity, a coming-of-age story set in New York City. ABC, in a bit of contrarian programming, invites us…

Letters

One Small Step Forward For Carol, One Giant Leap Forward for Broward As I stared at this week’s cover photo of Swap Shop owner Preston Henn (“The Sultan of Swap,” October 1, Sean Rowe) holding a bull hook in front of two of their immense circus elephants, I couldn’t help…

The Straight Dope

I have a question for you. How much does it cost to make an individual penny? Also, how many are made each year? (OK, so it’s more than one question.) Are they ever going to stop manufacturing them? — Michael Notzen, via the Internet A lot of people have been…

The Sultan of Swap

On first approach the Fort Lauderdale Swap Shop looks like 80 acres of chaos. Five miles west of the ocean, 2000 vendors show up long before sunrise to sell everything from pig snouts to home mortgages. Some of the sellers are full-time pros bent on millionairehood. Some are onetime garage-sale…

Undercurrents

Television allows you to be entertained in your home by people you wouldn’t have in your home. During last week’s episode of Hurricanus Interruptus, anchors and reporters in one of America’s most competitive TV markets fell over one another in an oh-so-earnest effort to provide helpful, responsible coverage. In short,…

A Token Dispute

Standing in the center of a howling nightmare of blinking lights, screaming sirens, roaring animals, revving engines, blaring calliopes, and piercing whistles, the two middle-aged men looked a little out of place in their conservative business suits and power ties. They felt that way, too. Neither Hollywood City Attorney Jamie…

Letters

Robin Dougherty, Don’t Ask Me to Love You Forever Robin Dougherty is the one who missed the mark in her review of I Love You Forever, the one-man, one-act play about John Hinckley at Tobacco Road in Miami (“There’s Something About Jodie,” September 10). My friends and I recently attended…

The Straight Dope

A friend told me about a woman who had a tumor removed from her ovary (or something in that area), and the tumor had hair and teeth. She was young and I think a virgin, so this couldn’t have been the beginnings of a baby. Have you heard of this…

Bikini Thrill

On a sweltering summer afternoon at a Fort Lauderdale waterfront bar, DJ Crash blasts testosterone-driven rock ‘n’ roll through the PA system, in particular an old Styx song, “Too Much Time on My Hands.” With a beer in his hand, a shirtless fat man in a porkpie hat dances along…

You Don’t Have to Travel Like a Refugee

Neil Townsend waited in Nassau, Bahamas, for the call from a woman he knew only as “Viola.” Townsend, a young Jamaican man, didn’t know her, but he’d paid her $2500 and was counting on the mystery woman to make it possible for him to start a new life in the…

The Dentist Is Out

In a small cabinet in the Pediatric Dental Clinic of the Children’s Diagnostic & Treatment Center, several rolls of brightly colored stickers sit ready to bring smiles to young and hurting faces. An elephant with a drooping trunk groans, “Watch Me! My Lips and Cheeks Are Numb!” Fred Flintstone’s favorite…

Undercurrents

Jose can you see yourself? The brand-spanking-new column in the Sun-Sentinel by Jose Lambiet is yet another attempt to dumb down the paper by adding glossy amusements. Editor Earl Maucker appears to agree. In his own Sunday promotional column he wrote, “If you think of the newspaper as a daily…

The Straight Dope

Your piece about the blue Fugates (July 23) was fascinating, but I don’t think Lonijo’s husband was talking about them when he referred to the “blue people” he studied in anthropology. The blue men are the Tuareg, a nomadic group of people in the Sahara whose traditional territories included Mali…

Letters

Almost as Long as the Film I am writing in response to Michael Sragow’s review of Men With Guns, “Guns N’ Poses” (April 2). According to Mr. Sragow, “The film’s moral is that white culture is evil and virulent — so evil that it leaves nothing but scorched earth behind…

Other People’s Money

Richard Bronson’s fortunes have ripened in the South Florida sunshine like a juicy mango. A virtual unknown when he arrived six years ago, he has constructed a wealthy and glamorous lifestyle that could exist only in the subtropics. The road to glitzy prosperity started when Bronson and fellow former New…

Party Till Someone Gets Decked

There was a time not so long ago when the nocturnal mobs crowding the bars along Fort Lauderdale’s beachfront strip were among the most rambunctious in the country. In those rum and tequila-clouded days, throngs of scantily clad young women vied for the attentions of beer-guzzling fraternity brothers for whom…

Undercurrents

For more than a year, Broward developer Michael Swerdlow has been itching to buy and suburbanize a hundred-acre land parcel on the western fringe of Hollywood. What a headache it has been: Byzantine permit applications and squawking from NIMBY types who hate Swerdlow’s plan to turn the semiwetland into a…

Loose Lips Sell Ads

Although a year has passed, the infamous magazine spread still lingers in the consciousness of the Broward County yacht crews. Readers who opened up the first issue of Dockwalk, a periodical aimed at yacht crews, were greeted by the headline “Infidelity and Yachting” over an advice column that advised a…

Letters

Digging Trenches For Log Cabin The new political action PAC (PAC-PAC), discussed in a recent issue of New Times, is a healthy change from the usual status quo (“The Brat PAC,” Michael Freedman, September 3). The competition [between these local political groups] turned into an educational tool for me and,…