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Voices in the Wilderness

Max Lesnik and his group, Alianza Martiana, are reminders that not all Cuban exiles think alike

By Jacob Bernstein
Feb 7, 2002

On this Friday in late November, Max Lesnik arrives at his storefront shortly before 8:00 p.m. From the outside the West Little Havana location appears to be just a simple tienda peddling cheap knickknacks. But concealed behind the façade is Lesnik's office and that of Replica, the general-interest magazine he...
Come on Ricky, Light My Fire

At least the Heat's Xtreme Team special-events coordinator is a winner

By Jacob Bernstein
Jan 31, 2002

The Miami Heat's Ricky Charles is sitting on a plush red cushion atop a gold-painted throne. The chair is on a platform perched dizzyingly over the 400 level at the very top of the American Airlines Arena, more than 100 feet in the air. Far below, an action-figure-sized Karl Malone...
The Wake-Up Call

Hamas is as close as Ecuador. And they're arguing about American targets.

By Jacob Bernstein
Jan 10, 2002

There is a group of men in South Florida who insist they knew the horrific events of September 11 were coming. They didn't know the particulars -- the day, or the way it would happen -- but they have long felt certain that a deadly large-scale act of terrorism on...
Now Entering Miriamville

Miriam Alonso may be under criminal investigation but that hasn't distracted her from creating her own city

By Jacob Bernstein
Dec 6, 2001

From Miami-Dade's far western reaches to the downtown corridors of the Stephen P. Clark Government Center, people are talking about a peculiar municipal incorporation proposal wending its way through the county's bureaucracy. The oddly configured boundaries for the proposed new city form the shape of a pistol. Its handle runs...
Greed Stinks

It smells like political cronyism, laced with a little Penelas and arsenic

By Jacob Bernstein
Nov 15, 2001

Tony Mena remembers the exact moment he discovered his home and family were being poisoned. "It was the perfect day to be outside," he recalls, the kind of beautiful January afternoon that compels snowbirds from around the nation to flock to South Florida. This was Mena's first winter in his...

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