By Joel Warner
By Michael Roberts
By Alan Prendergast
By Michael Roberts
By Michael Roberts
By Amber Taufen
By Patricia Calhoun
By William Breathes
Run for Your Life!
Regarding Steve Jackson's "Life...and Death...on the Run," in the March 14 issue:
Clack clack clack. With his fingers pounding the keyboard at three cliches per second, Steve Jackson knew in his bones his latest story was right on schedule--and in big trouble. Because Steve Jackson knew in his heart he'd need another batch of tried-and-true hackneyed phrases...fast.
That was the trouble with turning out topnotch alternative melodrama that was practically up to the standards of Reader's Digest--you used up every threadbare banality in your pocket-sized mental dictionary...fast--not to mention the heavy wear and tear on your "--" key.
But before Steve Jackson could say one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, he barreled brain-first into a two-foot-thick pile of excess verbiage--a sad and tragic end for a man who'd given every ounce of what little he'd had to make people skip ahead to the classifiedsEfast.
Building for the Future
Regarding T.R. Witcher's "Edifice Wreck," in the March 21 issue:
Those of us interested in the preservation of historic structures can consider ourselves fortunate that the Evans School is owned by the Eber family. Under most scenarios, if not for the Eber family's involvement, we would see a parking lot where this 1904 "crown jewel" now resides.
After the clowns from Denver Urban Renewal had a bash at the demolition of the Golden Triangle, along came the plans for the Denver Convention Center. At the forefront of our very small core of non-sellout property owners stood Dick Eber, fighting hard for the survival of his building.
The preservationist brothers may seem a little slow on their feet in comparison with the new wave of condo king developers; however, after twenty years, I think they deserve a look-and-see posture as to the success of these developments. In the meantime, we have a most historic structure withstanding time and the wrecking ball.
I must take issue with Mark Stevens's letter in the March 14 issue. As the parent of a Mitchell Montessori student, I did everything I could to gather information about the status of the program--only to find myself getting stonewalled by the Denver Public Schools board, as well as by spokesmen like Stevens.
I want to thank Patricia Calhoun for her February 29 column about the situation, "Will They Ever Learn?" She was the first person to explore what losing this program will do to the neighborhood, something even we "whining, white middle-class parents" have worried about and will continue to worry about even after it is relocated to southwest Denver.
Name withheld on request
The Sound and the Jury
Regarding Off Limits in the March 21 issue:
The Denver Post has clearly prejudiced the McVeigh case and even more so the Nichols case. While publishing statements from a "member of the grand jury" sells papers, it also prejudices anyone who may be a prospective juror at the trial. There is no way anyone who read the article can honestly say that they have not been prejudiced one way or the other.
Mr. Pankratz and the Denver Post should be held in contempt to the tune of a million dollars until they produce the "member of the grand jury." The "member of the grand jury" should be fined the maximum and placed in jail for at least a year.
Violating the sanctity of the grand jury destroys its credibility. Many things and names are placed before a grand jury that have nothing to do with its query. By releasing anything said at a grand jury hearing, the juror has broken his sacred trust and oath. It's like a priest divulging a confession or your doctor divulging that you have AIDS.
It is very clear that jurors can be bought! I hope the court finds the "member of the grand jury."
High Water Marks
This is in reference to Stuart Steers's "Dry County," in the February 7 issue. It was an excellent discourse, thoroughly researched and clearly written on a very serious resource--water. I compliment you and your newspaper for informing the public.
For the last two and a half years, I have had a curious relationship with "food critics." I had always known they existed but failed to pay attention until I began my career as a "fine dining" food server. Waiting tables at restaurants such as Al Fresco/European Cafe in downtown Denver and Papillon Cafe in Cherry Creek, I learned quickly that "food critics" are people with tremendous power and influence. Some earned their positions through hard work within the industry, but most started as outsiders and found a way to get paid to consume and comment upon food. Every newspaper has at least one of these "food critics," regardless of who they are or how they got their jobs, and once my eyes were opened, I began to pay attention to them.
Around November of last year, I hung up my fine-dining apron because of the flexible hours offered by a day job and ended up employed at the Laughing Dog Deli. I had some distinct reasons for wanting to work there. Waiting tables, I had developed some values concerning restaurant intangibles such as good quality, presentation and timeliness. Both Lisa and Andrew (owner/operators of Laughing Dog Deli) have worked over twenty years in the fine-dining industry; I knew there would be no conflicts concerning these restaurant intangibles.