There was no denying it any more: Marty Rapp was dying. Parkinson’s disease had taken control of Rapp’s muscles, causing the once-nimble ballroom dancer to lie dormant in his sterile hospital bed. His vision was poor, he had zero control over his body, his hands shook and quivered, but the…
You may have never heard of Dr. Steven M. Scott, but chances are he’s taken some of your money. A huge financier of the Republican Party, Scott owns an HMO that covers some 385,000 people in Broward and Miami-Dade counties and, until last month, provided physicians to more than 200…
And never, ever vote for W.: Maybe Ruth Pleva and insinuator Eric Alan Barton should be reminded that Will Rogers must have voted for Franklin D. Roosevelt four times (“Committee to Defeat Itself,” January 22). He was president that many times. Pretty well-organized, I would say! Direction and purpose has…
The steamy, packed dance floor at Capones (300 New River Ct., Fort Lauderdale) is thumping to the 69 Boyz’ “Tootsee Roll” at midnight on a Saturday. Sure, the song’s almost a decade old — not exactly a cutting-edge spin — but still danceable. Belly-baring blonds on the bar top undulate…
Duane Brown has been dreaming for a week now, so it’s certainly possible that this vision he’s seeing is the start of a new one. There’s a doctor standing over him. He can see the man’s outline and white coat, though what he sees must be clouded by a concussion…
Before all the fighting and bickering, before the arguments that seem to bring George W. Bush that much closer to reelection, 65-year-old Ruth Pleva sits comfortably between the oversized cushions on her living room couch. She fiddles with a brie-and-cracker spread on the table in front of her and spears…
The buzz about the new movie Monster is all about actress Charlize Theron, who plays Florida serial killer Aileen Wuornos. It’s a remarkable performance by the statuesque South African beauty. Tall, leggy, and — in Tailpipe’s opinion — one of the tastiest dishes in the movies, Theron has somehow turned…
Columnist: guilty. Free weekly: innocent: Although we live in the Midwest, we do get to Fort Lauderdale occasionally. We recently read Courtney Hambright’s column, Night Court (January 8), about her experience at the Boardwalk bar. In the first place, why on earth would she go to a gay strip bar?…
In the early-morning hours of Friday, July 25, 2002, Kevin Moore walked down SE Second Avenue in Deerfield Beach. The skinny, five-foot-nine-inch 23-year-old stopped in front of 1101 SE Second Ave., a yellow two-bedroom house that belonged to 92-year-old Yvonne Moss. Aiming to collect $30 for painting two iron bars…
Peter Pasch’s large gray eyes almost well up with tears as he recollects what was possibly his mother’s greatest act of love. “My mother, like any other good mother, wanted to see her son make a good living,” he explains in a growly, Brooklyn accent, now thick with emotion. Back…
Basketball started changing about a year ago. The kids who play on my driveway court began rolling the ball around their bodies under their shirts. They seemed to forget the rule against traveling and carrying the ball. They didn’t so much practice dribbling behind their backs as behind those of…
In a large, black-walled room, well-built, shirtless men wearing dark pants and suspenders meander around an empty bar with drink trays in their hands. To the left, down a small set of stairs, are several small stages decked out with tiny-briefed hunks dancing around a large main stage. About 25…
Or maybe just send him out: Wyatt Olson’s January 8 article (“Enviro-Hassles”) hits the nail right on the head when it comes to describing the sad state of environmental affairs in Gov. Bush’s Florida. There is only one question that remains for me: Why does Benji Brumberg continue to feel…
The voice at the other end of the line was frantic and frustrated. “Benji, we’ve got a crisis,” the speaker lamented. Emotional callers were all in a day’s work for Benji Brumberg, who for the past three years had been the ombudsman for the Florida Department of Environmental Protection (DEP)…
“So, I gotta know something,” Larry, a 28-year-old computer technician from Philadelphia asks. “Are you blond?” “No,” I say. “Why do you ask?” “Well, you just sound like a blond,” Larry says. “It’s not a bad thing,” he rushes to add. “I’m blond.” “Sorry to disappoint,” I say, wondering exactly…
In a state where thick-trunked trees are almost as rare as Florida panthers, the small sliver of forest that thrives outside the Motel 6 on Dania Beach Boulevard west of A1A is a welcome surprise. Even more thrilling is seeing real monkeys there. Yes, there they were last week, about…
Last Sunday about 10 p.m., a two-car caravan of girlies was shaking with bass and peenie-happy energy and flying down Federal Highway toward La Bare (2750 E. Oakland Park Blvd., Fort Lauderdale). The group’s avowed intent: to ogle nearly naked members of the dominant half of the population. The secret…
In Motown, even scraps will make ’em grateful: It’s amazing the difference in standards for sports fans in South Florida versus Detroit. Miami Dolphins fans are calling for coach Wannstedt’s head on a platter (Bob Norman, January 1, “You Move, You Lose”). After all, the Dolphins won only ten games…
South Beach’s famous Lincoln Road promenade, with its clean sidewalks, chic designer boutiques, and smartly dressed tourists, seems a long way from the rough-and-tumble neighborhood of Liberty City. But it is here in the offices of SoBe Entertainment, hidden away in a nondescript white office building a few doors down…
Fort Lauderdale attorney Norm Kent made a personal vow in 1999 as he lay in bed receiving chemotherapy treatment. At the time, the gay community was in an uproar. Days earlier, the Sun-Sentinel’s coverage of the local pride parade included a photograph of two drag queens. The journalists in the…
You can have your Time Person of the Year. Stuff the Top 100 Heroes of 2003, the Golden Globies, and the Public Servants Who Made Us Proud. We’ve got the Dirty Dozen. These are the people in Broward and Palm Beach counties who made us shake our heads in embarrassment…
What’s up with Wayne Huizenga’s suits? The chipper green number the mogul wore Sunday for the Dolphins’ last game made him look like a racetrack official or an Irish bureaucrat. A billion dollars and he wears bad suits. Just goes to show that all the money in the world can’t…
