No one sits at the reception desk in Suite 325 of the Mizner Office Complex in Boca Raton. The waiting area for Sengent, whose company logo of eight cubes creates a three-dimensional grid, has become something of a game room where stressed-out computer programmers can unwind and walk away for…
You don’t have to be a nuclear physicist or fighter jet pilot to go sake bombing. Just sit down to a nice sushi dinner, pour yourself a little Kirin beer, set your chopsticks on top of the mug, place a shot of sake on top, let it drop, and slam…
Christine Sneeringer, a 35-year-old blond with light blue eyes, sits in Barnie’s Coffee & Tea Co. in Fort Lauderdale. Her legs are crossed tightly, and her left foot dangles about eight inches above the ground. Her toenails are painted dark red, the same color as her blouse. Sneeringer is attractive,…
This columnist is decidedly not all wet: Thanks for Bob Norman’s interest and excellent writing on the water treatment scandal in Pompano Beach. (“Don’t Drink the Water III,” August 21) It is truly a shame that an outsider has to take such an interest in our city, but considering the…
Irv Mordes has a manuscript under his wrinkled and spotted hands, but he doesn’t want to open it yet. It’s too soon. He needs to build up anticipation for that four-inch-thick text of his life’s most important work. So he ponderously goes through his story the way old men do,…
At five feet, eight inches tall, Marc Patterson weighed 570 pounds, more than 3 1/2 times his recommended weight. The 46-year-old Fort Myers man could not fit his morbidly obese frame into a midsize car or standard plus-size clothing. He could not browse through a bookstore without the ridicule of…
Tailpipe is pretty nimble when it comes to scooting across busy city streets, but this smoke-spewing cylinder was scared as hell the other day at the corner of Pines Boulevard and Flamingo Road in Pembroke Pines. It was right here, on August 8, that 65-year-old Miami Herald vendor Robert Paul…
When Pompano Beach water plant operator George Mitchell walked into work at 7:30 a.m. recently, fellow employees were waiting for him with a fresh copy of the Sun-Sentinel. “You’re not going to believe this,” one said to Mitchell, a 25-year city veteran who makes $65,000 a year. They directed him…
No sense of humor about My Job: All I can say is – TERRIBLE SATIRE. At least that is what I think Edmund Newton was attempting in his August 14 story, “Plop Art” — since publishing this article as anything else would be an amazingly irresponsible act for a news…
Have South Florida’s punk kids stifled their rage-based love of nihilistic music to saddle up for MTV’s pop culture pony ride? If the punk/hardcore music scene that rages nightly at Pompano Indoor Skate Park is any indication, that question can be answered with a resounding NAAAAAAAAAAY! That’s right. There’s more…
In the oldest bar in Fort Lauderdale, one of the town’s oldest living patrons sits waiting for his bottle of Bud Light to arrive. Artie Yerpe, age 90, is not happy about this whole light beer phenomenon. If it were up to him, he’d order a glass of Crown Royal…
With his education system under attack, Jeb Bush has begun selling a revolutionary idea: Failure is good. The Florida governor is piping that message into our homes as part of a massive state-funded advertising campaign called “Read to Learn.” The ads are aimed at families struggling under the stigma of…
Heck with Arnold. We want Burt Reynolds. Or maybe Maggie. See, Margaret Richardson, a 61-year-old disabled seamstress from Pensacola, is planning a California-type insurgency in the Sunshine State. Last week, she started a petition to recall Florida Gov. Jeb Bush (at petitiononline.com/JebLies/ petition.html). “Our governor has gone from doublespeak to…
Can’t you find anything else to write about? New Times has had two recent cover stories in one month involving firearms. In “Gunning for Profit” (July 10), Eric Barton wrote about the ease with which unscrupulous persons can mail firearms to guerrillas overseas in violation of federal laws. The cover…
Dressed in a black Brooks Brothers suit, Michael Pecora strode into Signature Grand in Davie on Tuesday, April 29, as calm and affable as ever. Following his usual routine, Pecora had driven alone from his million-dollar home in Weston to the Grand, a two-story, salmon-colored catering center, which, with its…
The sun had just peeked over the slash pines in Loxahatchee early on a recent Monday as Terry Wolf got ready for the dirtiest job around. He looked the part of a man who oversees the care of 1,100 animals at Lion Country Safari, the drive-through zoo in this western…
You need some powerful fog lights to navigate the political landscape in Hollywood these days. Direction is fleeting, and suspicion reigns among those who want to unseat Mayor Mara Giulianti in the March election. The would-be usurpers of the crown seem to trust one another less than they do Giulianti,…
Blame it on Sammy “The Bull” Gravano, who turned squealing into an art form. Blame it on Francis Ford Coppola, whose Godfather movies made us look upon Mafia capos not as cold-blooded mob bosses but as gravel-voiced moralists. Blame it on 50 years of obsessive law enforcement. But the Mafia,…
Don wants to remain “port”-able: I’d like to thank Trevor Aaronson for the great article regarding the taxi cabs on Fort Lauderdale Beach (“No Fare,” July 31). I started driving a cab in 1984, left, and then came back in 1994. The gist of Aaronson’s article was certainly true, although…
Ralph Bellman remembers the day he ran into Florida’s future: September 15, 1969. In a way, it was the day he ran into his own future. Bellman is 57 years old now, with a thick horse’s mane of gray-streaked black hair that reaches his shoulders in the back. OK, it’s…
Our man in Baghdad has made his mark on Iraq. And that is to be expected, since Andy Martin always makes his mark — even if sometimes he’s the only one who can see it. Martin, a U.S. Senate candidate who calls Fort Lauderdale home, claims he has all but…
Driving his Yellow Cab taxi down A1A, Jay Cunningham is on a mission. “The other drivers call me Don Quixote,” he says with a slight New England accent. “But really, I’m just stubborn.” On this recent Saturday morning, Cunningham is patrolling Fort Lauderdale Beach. The weather is perfect. Tourists bustle…
