Your article about the 2008 Democratic National Convention and how people remember it brought back a tidal wave of memories. The DNC did not put Colorado on the map, but heightened our presence to the nation and the world.
Some of you may remember a time when Colorado was known for John Denver and Rocky Flats. I do. You may also remember when Denver had two daily newspapers and the Broncos had a quarterback named Elway who had not yet won a Super Bowl. There was a time when you exited the airport directly into the streets of Denver. The Petroleum Club was in its heyday and drilling was not a dirty word. Colorado was known for one local brewery in Golden and some unknown was opening one by Union Station. The Tattered Cover was one building in Cherry Creek.
In the years since, a baseball stadium was built downtown. Light rail became useful commuter travel. We hosted a Summit of the Eight. Columbine became a tragic event. Colorado politics went purple.
The DNC had a profound effect on how we are viewed. It was not that event alone, but a culmination of the history before it that has made the world want to come here.
The DNC taught me that these conventions are best enjoyed from a distance. They're much more entertaining when they're screwing up traffic in somebody else's city.
If you can't afford or don't want to tip, then don't eat out. You can't live on $8 an hour. We either tip or they have to raise the price and pay a living wage. I agree that really bad or rude service should not be tipped. My daughter worked at Chuck E. Cheese, and it was amazing how often parents (moms, mostly) would bring kids for a party, spend hundreds of dollars, leave the table a total mess — but not tip. Believe me, she deserved a tip, and I think 99 percent of the people who have been to a place like that would agree. The fathers were much better tippers.