Northwest Valley residents have long been deprived of sweeping desert park land and paint ball facilities. That’s about to change.


Imagine one of Maricopa County’s biggest stretches of unspoiled desert and Western heritage as a perfectly drawn, dusty canvas begging to be hiked, biked and camped on. Now, add major nesting sites for raptors, indigenous plant life and rock features, and the area quickly becomes a laid-back, Old West counterpart to the hectic motorized mania of Lake Pleasant.

The couple behind Mesa’s Midnight Studios FX has constructed creatures for some of the Valley’s most famous fright sites. Now they’re doing it their way.

Kyle and Breanna Thompson’s newest project looks inconspicuous from the outside – as inconspicuous as a downtown Mesa Main Street storefront with a black curtain, faux-iron bars and monsters leering out of it can look.

Adrenaline junkies, unite: The man who brought Pamplona to Arizona is back, and this time, the running of the bulls is barreling through Cave Creek.

As several perforated Pamplona participants would tell you, bull running isn’t exactly a walk in a cattle-filled park. Just ask Phil Immordino. The Phoenix man who imported the Spanish stampede to America and organized the country’s first (and only) three such events has had his share of hard knocks. The first year, he was arrested for

The Arizona Opera has good reasons to make a grand entrance into its 2011-12 season. Not only is it coming off a stellar 40th year, but an off-season real-estate purchase will consolidate backstage operations and make opera more visible in a growing Downtown Phoenix cultural area.

A brain injury cost a Valley man and former football pro his memory. Now, in his new book, Scott Bolzan explains how he’s relearning the first 46 years of his life.

Around 7 a.m. on December 17, 2008, Scott Bolzan slipped and fell on a pool of liquid cleanser in a restroom near his Tempe office. The back of his head slammed on the floor.

Arizona has produced some bizarre ideas, but perhaps none of them is stranger than a 1960s plan to detonate atomic bombs near Phoenix to help supply the Valley with water.

The audacious idea began in 1964 with the formation of the Arizona Atomic Energy Commission (AAEC) to “encourage more development and uses of atomic energy in Arizona,” according to its pamphlet, The Peaceful Atom in Arizona. In 1967, the AAEC stated that nuclear explosions might prove more economical than traditional construction methods for creating reservoirs and water transmission tunnels for the Central Arizona Project, which would transport water uphill from the Colorado River to Phoenix. Although some federal officials thought the idea had merit, the AAEC didn’t persuade the Arizona Interstate Stream Commissioners, who were in charge of the project.

The Scottsdale Charros have grown beyond promoting baseball to include philanthropy. Although they still do an annual trail ride, the group is hardly fading into the sunset.


Professional baseball had already been causing spring fever in Scottsdale for several years by the early 1960s. The Baltimore Orioles moved their spring training home there from Yuma in 1956, bringing along newcomer and future hall of famer Brooks Robinson. The Boston Red Sox took their place three years later after the Orioles left.

That era of spring training would be almost unrecognizable from what it has become today. Scottsdale Stadium was made of wood and painted by hand. And there were only a few major league teams training in Arizona, so they occasionally played semi-pro clubs for the extra practice.

Thinking about bringing a new furry friend into your family? Learn about Phoenix-based PetSmart’s National Adoption Weekend this month.

About 8 million pets enter shelters every year, and 4 million pets a year are being euthanized, says Michelle Thompson, communications manager for PetSmart Charities. Even worse: No one seems to know how bad it is. The company did a study to see what the general public knew about euthanasia statistics. “We found that the awareness was just really low,” Thompson says.

Although asthma took Chris Bianco away from his wood-burning oven, the pizza maestro still has plenty of irons in the fire, with plans for a new restaurant in London, a line of canned organic tomatoes and a local revival of crop grains.

In a quiet nook behind the kitchen of Pane Bianco in central Phoenix, sitting at a wide table brightened by a single sunflower in a Mexican Coke bottle, Chris Bianco reaches into a bowl of worn wooden alphabet

Judge Dismisses Discrimination Case Against ASU

Arizona State University and some of its key employees did not discriminate against one of its tenured professors who had brought a lawsuit against the school, a federal judge has recently ruled. The case was highlighted in an August 2009 story in PHOENIX magazine, titled ASU’s True Colors.

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Fortunately for connoisseurs of Phoenix’s fading heritage of mom-and-pop roadside businesses and their eye-popping neon displays, Michael Levine has equipment few people possess. “A lot of people want old signs, but not many have the machinery and space to salvage and house them,” Levine says. The energetic Brooklyn native has rescued some of the city’s last remaining historic neon signs – one-of-a-kind pieces of promotional art that were installed when cars sported tail fins and...

For 30-plus years, a pianist mounted hundreds of Homemade street signs across the Valley to guide motorists and promote his unique road numbering system.


Most people would be pleased just to properly organize their garage, or even a closet or two. Not Dennis “Denny” Gleason. The talented ragtime pianist who couldn’t read a note of music had a grander goal:

Reptile-rescuing activists tend one of the Southwest’s most intriguing animal exhibits.


“It’s a learned fear,” Russ Johnson says. “Think about it: the first day of Sunday school. Who’s the heavy?” The longtime lizard lover is speaking of the anxiety or revulsion so many people feel with regard to reptiles. Johnson is clearly immune.

Will Phoenix and Las Vegas get their long-awaited federal interstate? Bet on it.


Biker and former trucker Kenny Ratliff is a regular on the road to Vegas. He’s driven from Phoenix more than 30 times, sometimes for work but always for pleasure – if only to cruise the Strip and observe its singular wildlife. And he’d go more often, if not for the cumbersome 285-mile drive, with its halting stop-and-go leg in Sun City and pokey interludes through Wickenburg and Kingman.