“When I come over from Cuba, people see my bags, sure, but they don’t see what I keep up here,” whispers Jose Galvez, tapping a pate dusted with brown hair and speckled by age. “What I keep here is the secret formula. It is in my brain the whole time…
It would be a ruse, though a convenient one, to claim that the mojitos served in various Miami restaurants vary in earth-shattering degrees. They do not. There are, after all, only so many ways you can mix rum, sugar, lime, yerbabuena, ice, and soda water. Then again, for the budding…
Erny Fannotto’s resume is, by his own account, a testament to small-fry fame. For 39 years Fannotto was one of New Jersey’s premier golf pros. During the Sixties, after moving to Miami, he served for several years on the city’s zoning board and did half a dozen hitches as a…
He had spent months on the campaign trail, maintaining a grueling schedule that required him to forgo most aspects of a normal life. Family, friends, sleep, even food were sacrificed in J.C. Alvarez’s efforts last year to be elected clerk of the Dade Circuit Court, a post with an annual…
A couple of Sundays ago, in a spacious second-floor apartment on Collins Avenue, while most people were sipping their coffee and wondering how best to enjoy the last day of the Thanksgiving weekend, a group of men were hard at work, plotting the future of Miami Beach. Specifically, three of…
When John O’Keefe steps into the boxing ring at Coconut Grove’s Virrick Gym Saturday at 8:00 p.m., he’ll have no opponent. Or rather, no tangible opponent. But for more than an hour, O’Keefe will bob and weave through a host of conceptual challengers that range from his own troubled past…
Sankarsana had just finished chanting outside the Metro-Dade Government Center last month and was talking to some passersby, ready to pack up for the day. The Hare Krishna devotee didn’t notice that someone else was also interested in him just then – though not for his chanting of the ancient…
They were weird and wicked times, no doubt about it. Years after his death, when strangers in suit coats kicked and grappled for the crumbs of his estate, they would say the old man lived his last days in a gross gush of profligacy. Ordering the servants about. Getting snockered…
Teresa Hoover has a quick temper, a harsh mouth, no husband, and four kids. She lives on a rough street in a bad section of Miami Beach. She’s used and abused drugs, though she says that’s behind her. And at age 29, she looks much older than her years would…
One difficulty in discussing Jack Thompson’s sensational faxnovel- in-progress is that it’s unavailable to the general public. Only Thompson’s designated readers have been given the opportunity to appreciate his masterwork. (Maddening, yes, but how ingenious!) Although it detracts somewhat from the effect of Thompson’s formal innovation, reprinted below are excerpts…
If Barbara North Burton could keep time in a bottle, the evening of March 11, 1989, would rank right up there with Dom Perignon. On that gorgeous Saturday night it seemed the whole Village of Miami Shores turned out to rally behind her dream – a plan to erect permanent…
When Peter Jaile announced he was gay two years ago, his father greeted the news with a week-long silence, then delivered a chilling reply. “Change your ways,” he calmly proposed to his only child, “and I’ll pretend this never came up.” Stunned, Jaile returned to Florida International University to finish…
So you’re tired of the leaky ceiling in your apartment, the rodents are beginning to have their way, and your landlord has not resurfaced since he came to pick up the rent. If you live in unincorporated Dade County or the City of Miami, and your apartment building contains more…
In Roy T. Devaney’s third-floor room at the Plaza Hotel, at the foot of the unmade bed, is a four-inch-thick book of poetry whose binding has been completely covered with aluminum foil. The sum total of Devaney’s published work appears in small print on a crowded page of the vanity-press…
Jack Thompson’s first novel doesn’t look like a novel. The unbound heap of 100-plus fax transmissions, electronically dispatched from Thompson to New Times over the past two years, bears little resemblance to Wuthering Heights, or The Scarlet Letter. Little superficial resemblance, that is. But you shouldn’t judge a book by…
In the early-morning hours of Wednesday, October 2, Metro-Dade police responded to a call from a Miami alarm company. Something or someone had tripped the burglar alarm at a business owned by a man named Matthew Block. Located at 7780 NW 53rd Street, a warehouse district near Miami International Airport,…
Nine o’clock in the morning is no time for spiritual reflection in the morgue of the Dade County Medical Examiner Department. The first corpse of the day, a pallid woman with three deep gouges above her right ear, is already in place on an autopsy table and seven others are…
Since opening in mid-1987, the sedate Savannah Moon restaurant, located on the second floor of a strip mall across South Dixie Highway from The Falls and decorated in soft pastels and earth tones, offered patrons an elegant, if pricey, respite from the hubbub of South Florida living. Between bites of…
In the summer of 1990, Miami Beach Police Chief Phillip Huber proposed a novel plan that he said would help the city cope with its increasing drug problem. When someone is arrested on drug charges in Miami Beach, why not send out a letter informing that person’s employer? Not surprisingly,…
When Derrod Bush was called before a judge last Tuesday, just before noon, chuckles rippled through the courtroom. That might seem odd, given that Bush has been charged with aggravated assault, a third-degree felony that carries a maximum punishment of five years under the state’s supervision. But consider Derrod Bush…
The four-year-old drowning victims, the urban fire that ravages too many lives, the cold-blooded street shooting, there’s not much he can do about those events except frame them for the electronic eye and the talking heads, relay the grim gist to the viewing public. As a news producer for WCIX-TV,…
In Homestead – the last piece of American terra firma before the floating realm of the Florida Keys, a place of blurred borders and naturally occurring surrealism – the summer heat has been known to drive the worst townsfolk to baroque conspiracies, and the best to strange odysseys of self-discovery…
