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Red Alert: Everything they really don't want you to know about those pesky traffic-light cameras
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Ludo is fired up and ready to play on the national stage
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Seeing Red: Partners battle over a Wash. Ave. eatery's ownership
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Curious Gorge: Ian tests the animal magnetism of Three Monkeys
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Feel a Draught?: Tigín opens an outpost in a Hampton Inn downtown? O'Really!
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Red Alert: Everything they really don't want you to know about those pesky traffic-light cameras (10)
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Seeing Red: Partners battle over a Wash. Ave. eatery's ownership (9)
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7-Up vs. Coke Part 2 (6)
Heir to a fortune, Andrew Gladney went from John Burroughs to Yale and came home to found the dot-com darling Savvis Inc. Then he squandered it all. The spectacular flameout of a St. Louis soft-drink scion.
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Will Ian flip for the Original Pancake House? (4)
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Is a Wash. U. dean destroying alumni records and making unjust department cuts? (3)
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The Streetside Graffiti Wall Comes Down
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The RAC MP3 Collection: A Sonic Companion to this Week's Cover Story
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The Morning Brew: Thursday, 3.13
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This Is Hawkwind -- Do Not Panic
06:08PM 11/09/07
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National Features
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Phoenix New Times
Canine Crusaders
That drug-sniffing dog up ahead? He may not be your best friend.
By Ray Stern -
Broward-Palm Beach New Times
The Muscle Men
Thanks to a string of Florida "anti-aging clinics," baseball's steroid scandal isn't limited to superstars.
By Michael J. Mooney -
Miami New Times
Picked On
Farm workers earn nada in America's green-bean capital.
By Janine Zeitlin -
Village Voice
"Why I'm No Longer a Brain-Dead Liberal"
An election-season essay from one of America's greatest playwrights.
By David Mamet
Best Unseen Hand Shaping St. Louis Music
Jim Utz, Vintage Vinyl ombudsman
Published: September 26, 2001
Look, if you want definitive proof of Jim Utz's greatness as a record-store employee, you're gonna have to dig. Jim is not one of those attention-grubbing, glamour-hog, name-tag-wearing service drones who cheerfully barks, "HI, MY NAME IS JIM! ARE YOU FINDING EVERYTHING OK, AND WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY SOME MATCHBOX 20 ALBUMS?" every time you mosey down the aisles. No, Jim Utz possesses an almost feline craftiness, a sort of animal cunning that enables him to oh-so-subtly warp the fibers of reality so they more closely match his own rock & roll desires. Who was the rock guru at Vintage Vinyl East, forcing kids to buy guitar albums in the synth-pop wackness of the late '80s? Jim Utz. How did the Obsessed's back catalog end up on the shelves this past year? Jim Utz. Why are all those Southern Lord T-shirts up at the merch counter? Jim Utz. All right, maybe he's not personally engineering the ascendancy of serious rock in Vintage Vinyl's hallowed racks, but you can't prove he's not. The Eye of Utz is ever-watchful, and the Hand of Utz reaches far.
