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Saturday, August 24, 2013

Go Home, Coconut Grove Grapevine, You're Drunk!

Tom Falco acting inconspicuous right in the middle of downtown Coconut Grove
Uh oh! I'm involved in another media bun fight with Tom Falco, writer-editor-grammarian of the Coconut Grove Grapevine. And, I didn't start it this time. The last time we had a battle of wits, he came half-armed. This time he's come completely unarmed -- or unglued, you decide -- and I almost don't have the heart to finish this post . . . the operative word being "almost."

Before I lay out our latest skirmish, let me first clear up one thing, because this is a discussion I refuse to have ever again:

Friday, August 23, 2013

Unpacking The Writer ► The Bearded Edition

Every month, or so, I do another one of these blog posts about the inner-workings of being a writer, but all my regular readers know the unvarnished truth: It's merely a clever way to induce you to click on one of the adverts on this page. I'll wait...

Done? Good, because there's so much to talk about this month.

CIRCLE THE DATE: First and foremost, there are only about 70 more shopping days before National Beard Month is once again upon us. As The Flying Monkey Squad turns its lonely eyes upon National Beard Month, the question on everyone's lips is, of course:
How will Fox "News" Chief Washington Correspondent James Rosen be celebrating National Beard Month?

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Is Gino Falsetto Breaking The Law Again? ► A Charles Avenue Update

The Charles Avenue historical marker with the
E.W.F. Stirrup House across the street.
It's always been about the E.W.F. Stirrup House. My research into Ebeneezer Woodbury Franklin Stirrup has led to many interesting tangents, none of which would I have ever heard about had it not been for Mr. Stirrup.

Among those tangents include my series No Skin In The Game, documenting 90 years of Coral Gables racism; my investigations into [allegedly corrupt] Miami Commissioner Marc D. Sarnoff, who managed to build himself a dog park and a traffic circle, not to mention the undying enmity of his West Grove constituents; and my ongoing reporting on Trolleygate, which culminated in a hearing at the Dade-County Courthouse on Friday. However, I would never have come across those stories had I not accidentally encountered the Charles Avenue historical marker in February of 2009. That was the day I first set eyes upon the E.W.F. Stirrup House and fell in love.