Monday, May 13 was the day Bill Carpenter made several choices that would affect him, and those closest to him, for the rest of his life – and then some. That was the day Carpenter drove from his home in southwest Dade to a particular location in Coral Gables. And…
The socially acceptable hour of midnight had passed at the farewell party for Club Nu, the exalted mega-disco on Miami Beach, and the marvelous ones had come to pay their respects and be part of nightlife history. Andrew Delaplaine, former owner of Scratch and current publisher of Wire, parked himself…
How lean are the bean counters at Dade County’s auditing central? Let’s put it this way: junk mail of the future may arrive with address labels spit out by a county printer. That’s just one option under Dade’s bold, new campaign to hawk access to computerized public records. The plan,…
Q: Tell us, in your opinion, what the American dream is? A: There is no dream left. The world’s ending. There’s nothing more, no new ideas. Everything is getting old, nothing left. Back in the Fifties, my dad owned two houses before he was 22, and nowadays you can’t even…
On May 9, 1989, Richard Griffin, better known as Professor Griff, met with a writer from the Washington Times for the purpose of an interview. The article resulting from that tape-recorded session, published two weeks later, quoted Griff as saying, among other things, that “Jews have a grip on America”…
The thirtyish black man who stands outside the door of the Cash Dome purses his lips distractedly, idly rubbing the videocassette recorder he holds under one arm. Beside him, his wife clasps and unclasps her hands. Inside the Cutler Ridge pawnshop – a lurid pink double-hemisphere that looks like a…
On February 6 the body of 22-year-old Bridgette Gibbs, sister of City of Miami Police Maj. Arnold Gibbs, was found bobbing in Biscayne Bay, just off NE 22nd Terrace. Nude from the waist down, the woman’s hands were tied behind her back, her face wrapped tightly with duct tape. That…
Blue-black clouds rumbled overhead as Leonardo Selis and Ricardo de Jongh sifted through the tattered sheets of canvas, torn burlap sacks, half-filled inner tubes, and rusted iron pipe strewn about the front yard of a house in a working-class West Dade neighborhood. Against the side of the small house, three…
