"My brother died in the World Trade Center. I promised myself, if something like this ever happened, I would never hide under a table."
A man whom police are hailing as a hero in Wednesday’s deadly shooting at a Seattle’s cafe braved gunfire to hurl barstools at the suspect. Identified by police only as “Lawrence,” the man says he didn’t hesitate to put his life in danger, emboldened by the memory of his brother ….
Lawrence’s actions allowed three customers to escape, according to police. Four others died when Ian L. Stawicki, 40, allegedly unleashed a barrage of bullets inside Café Racer, a University District joint popular with music fans and artists. Two of the men killed were folk musicians and best friends; an aspiring actress and an urban planner also died. Half an hour after the slayings, a mother of two was shot and killed downtown. Police believe Stawicki was responsible for both shootings; the mentally ill man fatally shot himself Wednesday afternoon as police cornered him in West Seattle.
Now nearly three decades old, David Osborne’s 1984 MoJo profile of Newt Gingrich remains the definitive portrait of the future Speaker of the House as a young man. The article revealed sides of Gingrich that continue to dog him to this day: the reports of infidelity, the now-infamous story of his hospital-room visit with his first wife, and a mile-long trail of aggrieved colleagues. As his firstex-wife later put it, Mother Jones “scooped the world on Newt Gingrich.” Newt was equally blunt; the article, he said, was “one of the saddest things in my public career.” We dusted off a copy for you; check it out.
“…Frankly, when we can posit even the ambiguous possibility of a gay-soldier relationship as a selling-point for domestic beer in the corporate-sponsored interlude between possessions in a Bears-Packers game, we’ve turned a corner culturally (and economically).”
Rolling Through the Bay, a 100,000-toothpick homage to San Francisco and the Bay Area with multiple ball runs. Scott Weaver spent 35 years making this mesmerizing contraption, on display at SF’s Exploratorium. Un. Real.
Inked on the pudgy chest of a young Pico Rivera gangster who had been picked up and released on a minor offense was the scene of a 2004 liquor store slaying that had stumped Lloyd for more than four years.
Each key detail was right there: the Christmas lights that lined the roof of the liquor store where 23-year-old John Juarez was gunned down, the direction his body fell, the bowed street lamp across the way and the street sign — all under the chilling banner of RIVERA KILLS, a reference to the gang Rivera-13.
As if to seal the deal, below the collarbone of the gang member known by the alias “Chopper” was a miniature helicopter raining down bullets on the scene.
Lloyd’s discovery of the tattoo in 2008 launched a bizarre investigation that soon led to Anthony Garcia’s arrest for the shooting. Then sheriff’s detectives, posing as gang members, began talking to Garcia, 25, in his holding cell. They got a confession that this week led to a first-degree murder conviction in a killing investigators had once all but given up hope of solving.