By Joel Warner
By Michael Roberts
By Joel Warner
By Michael Roberts
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By Michael Roberts
By Michael Roberts
By Amber Taufen
The Denver Department of Public Works has yet to plug the opening left by Oglesby's departure. And while he may be gone, he's far from forgotten -- particularly in LoDo, the neighborhood that took the hardest hit when Oglesby revealed his surprise "world-class" parking plan in January 2002 (much to the dismay of Hudson and his then-boss, Wellington Webb). More than one political pundit has noted that in John Hickenlooper's "Change" ad, the candidate's meter-reading foe bears a marked resemblance to the Ogled one.
Sorry, really wrong number: Last weekend, Denver answering machines filled quickly with calls from last-minute pollsters and ardent candidates for everything from mayor to auditor to election commissioner to city council representative. Still, one caller was particularly persistent in his efforts to reach out and touch someone. Manny Flores left a recorded message at the homes of three Off Limits colleagues, who spent several befuddled minutes trying to figure out exactly what district the dark-horse candidate was stumping for, and why the hell he kept asking them to vote him in as alderman. Isn't Denver stuck with the much less cool-sounding "councilman"?
"We deserve an alderman that works for us. I'm asking for your vote tomorrow in the runoff election," Flores told all three, adding that he'd been endorsed by the Sun-Times and the Tribune.
Hmmm. Even more confusing. Flores wanted runoff support even before the May 6 votes had been counted?
And then the light dawned. Alderman. Sun-Times. Chicago! Some poor sap was wasting his war chest trying to convince Denver voters to elect him into the Windy City's First Ward seat.
Even worse, it turned out that by the time Flores left his messages in Denver, he was already preparing his inauguration speech. Chicago's runoff election was held April 1. No joke.
"We did automated phone systems, but from all my knowledge, we haven't had anything in operation since March 30," Flores spokeswoman Haydee Caldero said when we related our tale of two cities' screwup. She promised to make some connections and then let us know what had gone awry but never did. Then again, what does she care about Denver voters?
9News cares -- plenty. On Saturday, one household with close ties to Off Limits got three separate calls from the station's election poll, each one featuring Adele Arakawa's pre-recorded voice wanting to know which mayoral candidate that household would be selecting, with the promise of results appearing on the evening news. Our source happily touch-toned in his answer -- John Hickenlooper -- each time, with the knowledge that he was single-handedly skewing the results.
Not that Hickenlooper needed the help. His own volunteers were on the phones in force -- and how. Reaching the same home that had earlier been besieged by Arakawa, they demanded to know that they could count on the call's recipient to vote for the beer man on May 6 -- and wouldn't take "No," or even "I don't know," for an answer. Obeying the tough, taped Adele was one thing; taking guff live was another. Finally, the prospective voter offered the one answer Hick's troops couldn't refuse: He hung up.
Bag it: Even voters who opted not to go for Hickenlooper or city auditor wannabe Ed Thomas had to be pleased with the campaign souvenirs the candidates delivered to their doors this week -- personalized pooper scoopers. On Monday, the polybags protecting the Rocky Mountain News and the Denver Post came bearing a vote-for-Hickenlooper message; Thomas's reminder to vote arrived the next day. "Both papers have sold those bags for years, but I think this was the first election where candidates have taken advantage of that opportunity," says Denver Newspaper Agency spokesman Jim Nolan.
These are two candidates who'll pick up where your dog left off.
Idol thoughts: Ditching a stodgy conference in a St. Louis hotel, an Off Limits informant stumbled into a high school prom that had glommed on to the popularity of American Idol by choosing "A Moment in Time" as its theme. We were willing to bet that Denver teens were opting for reality themes this year, too. But had we put down real money, we'd be busted. Broke. Lacking cash to even buy a yearbook.
It seems that Denver Public Schools students weren't yet ready to face reality -- or at least what passes for it on TV. Instead, they all took romance:
Abraham Lincoln: Romance in the City
East High School: Drifting Under the Moonlight
North High School: In the Still of the Night
South High School: Night Out on the Town
West High School: City of Magical Dreams
P.S. 1: Whispers in Manhattan
You won't find such poetry at this year's Queer Prom, the tenth sponsored by Rainbow Alley, where the theme is more empowerment than classic romance. Superstar will set the tone for GLBT students from across the state -- and as far away as Montana and Texas -- shaking things up at the Tivoli on Saturday night. The intergenerational (meaning those older hipsters who never made their own scene are welcome, too) prom offers traditions with a twist. For example, a prom king and queen will be crowned, but a Drag King and Drag Queen will also don tiaras. Before that, though, they'll rally 'round the State Capitol promoting peace, and they'll picnic in Cheesman Park. And there's an after-prom party at Rainbow Alley, Denver's drop-in center for GLBT youth.
Considering the theme, we can only guess that the fashions will be fab -- none of those bland Neiman Marcus dresses for this crowd. "It's pretty varied," says Julie Voyles, youth-services director at the center. "Anywhere from people in drag to street clothes to full-on tuxedos. Just keep your clothes on -- that's our only guideline."
Hey, no one remembered to mention that rule at the Mr. DU contest at the University of Denver on April 30. About halfway through the show, an unidentified male lifted the curtains and exposed himself to the 300-plus people in the crowd. No arrests were made, and the show did go on; Max Goldberg eventually won with a drag performance.
Maybe he could make an encore appearance at the Queer Prom.
Ice, ice baby: While publicly, sports talk is still yapping about Rockies pitcher Todd Jones saying that he wouldn't want gays in the locker room next to him, someone has been sneaking the Avs' secrets out of the Pepsi Center and onto the Internet. One alert reader visiting the Denver chat room on gay.com was surprised to find rather descriptive postings describing the genitals of Peter Forsberg and Joe Sakic -- with details only their loved ones or nosy team members might know. The chatter claimed he'd gotten access to the Avs locker room and revealed that one team member is so "friggin' long he swings when he walks."
The Avs claim to know nothing of our spy guy. "We strictly, strictly limit access to our locker room," says Jean Martineau, director of media relations.
Lip service: If you're still living in the Cherry Poppin' Daddies-scooter-rockabilly culture, you're so fin. Now it's all about '70s trucker/ rock star. The mullet is deck, a John Deere cap is the ultimate status symbol, and an old Camaro or Trans Am the wheels of choice (note the word "old"; the new ones were never sexy).
Which means the mustache is back -- right after poor Tom Martino finally shaved his, and Jo Farrell be damned. She's the image consultant who told Penfield Tate III to shave his before his mayoral run and convinced Don Mares to banish his back in 1996. The revelation that Mares used city funds to pay Farrell's consulting fee inspired the best joke of the campaign: Sue Casey quipped that one of the reasons she didn't use an image consultant was that she liked her mustache.
Do you? See if you can match these five Denverites -- Ari Zavaras, Wellington Webb, Martino, Casey and Ron Zappolo -- with their stiff (and, in some cases, stripped) upper lips.