Penalty flagged: Even as Broncos owner Pat "The Great Patsby" Bowlen was ratcheting up his campaign for a publicly financed football palace last month, one of his most prominent employees showed up on a list of 1997 tax delinquents. Defensive back Tyrone Braxton appeared on the City of Denver's overdue tax rolls, which were made public as part of the municipality's annual effort to get the word out to deadbeats--and apply a little pressure at the same time.
According to a city official, people make it onto the list only if they fail to respond to at least three requests for payment. But Braxton, a defensive back who at last word was earning $600,000 per year with the Broncos, says through Broncos spokesman Jim Saccomano that he sold the two properties in question, both on South Federal Boulevard, long before the 1997 taxes could have been accrued. Records indicate that personal property taxes owed on business equipment at the two addresses amount to a paltry $216.43--or about what Braxton makes per microsecond of playing time. So maybe Braxton could just donate the money to the stadium construction budget out of the goodness of his heart.
After all, that would be $216.43 more than Patsby has put up so far.
For the love of mike: Just where will radio talker Jay Marvin end up once he hangs up his microphone in Denver? The saga of the city's favorite bipolar talk-show host continues to rage, with Marvin's latest on-air destination speculation being Portland, Oregon. But wherever he may one day foam, Marvin is making sure he goes out in style. Witness his virtuoso performance at the recent Taste of Colorado festival, where he got into a very public argument with a group of inebriated revelers who crashed his live broadcast on Labor Day.
"There were a bunch of drunken people who got rowdy, out of hand," says Marvin, who admits "getting into an argument with some of them." But though he cut off his broadcast thirty minutes early because of the confrontation, he adamantly denies reports--some from listeners--that he told a female party babe who'd dragged a couple of her kids along to get her private parts "sewn up."
Instead, it was Marvin's remote that got sewn up, fast, with former--and present, at least that night--Guardian Angel Sebastian Metz taking to the airwaves a half-hour before his scheduled 7 p.m. studio show.
Off the charts: The Denver Post's September 22 map of Europe, taking readers of "Colorado Kids" back to 1988 (the paper later apologized for leaving out such minor cartographical trends as the collapse of the former Soviet Union), isn't the only sign that the paper could use a compass--and a calculator--these days.
Check this out. While a longtime subscriber can re-up for a year of the paper at just over a hundred bucks, whining will drop that to $69. And a lot of whining will get you to the rock-bottom price of $64, a helpful Post telemarketer volunteered the other day. That's the bargain rate offered to new subscribers. But here are the real deals: Sunday only for $6.95--for a year! And every day but Wednesday for $22.98--for a year! Well, who better than Post officials to know what their paper is worth.
Although the Rocky Mountain News is offering equally cheap--and peculiar--combinations, including the Friday through Monday sports-and-entertainment package, the News deals don't come with the Post's much-touted "Press Pass." Rather than free access to the Broncos locker room, that pass entitles subscribers to discounts at dozens of local businesses, which sign on in exchange for free advertising connected to the program.
Exactly how much value the Press Pass carries, though, is open to debate. The list of pass-honoring restaurants, for example, reads like the junior varsity--and it's quickly sinking lower. A sign on the Fresh Fish Co. announces that the restaurant no longer honors the pass; the Larimer Group--owners of Josephina's and Cadillac Ranch, among others--reportedly is also contemplating dumping the program.
Clip joint: You may not be able to light up a stogie in most restaurants around town, but if you happen to get arrested and shipped down to the Huerfano County Correctional Center, rest assured you'll be able to light up. The Jailhouse Gazette, the prisoner newspaper at the private lockup in Walsenburg, happily reports that cigars are now available in the prison commissary. "The current selection is as follows," notes the Gazette's September 4 issue, which also includes a fascinating "Ask Mr. Wizard" column all about drug use ("Question: Do you think the war on drugs will ever be won? Answer: No."): "Swisher Sweets ($2.25), Muriels ($1.70), Dutch Masters (55 cents apiece). We know that several people are pleased to see these items on the commissary."
Roll 'em, boys.
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Jury trials: Not everybody's shaken up about all the hoopla surrounding the JonBenet Ramsey grand jury. In fact, some Boulder County sheriff's deputies are reportedly steamed that they haven't been dragged into the media circus. According to J.T. Colfax (the self-described artist who got busted for setting fire to the Ramsey family's mailbox and is now eagerly relating any and all overheard jail conversations), deputies are scrambling to sign up for lucrative overtime assignments at the JonBenet grand jury. "One bitter rookie who got rejected said he'd have been making $25 an hour if they weren't favoring senior deputies," reports Colfax. "One senior deputy (who didn't sign up) said she'd make $37 an hour."
Hey, somebody has to keep Geraldo under control.
Nun such luck: Decades ago, Sister Mary Rae left the convent and dedicated herself to a far more worldly pursuit--selling real estate. Long before LoDo even had its cutesy nickname, Rae focused on older, inner-city structures; her company was daringly based in a Capitol Hill mansion at Ninth Avenue and Logan Street. Like so many Seventies success stories, Mary Rae & Company disappeared with Denver's bust, only to re-emerge in the Nineties in a new office and with a slightly abbreviated name. But last month, Rae again made a change of habit. "With sadness I have decided to close Rae & Company," she writes. "During the past year, administrative duties were demanding more and more of my time, leaving less and less to share with my clients."
Rae's still in real estate, though: She's signed on as a broker with Kentwood Company. Among her ironic first assignments: Selling the building at 950 Logan that her company once called home. If you're interested, however, you may need to pass the collection plate: The McKinley Mansion is listing for just under a million bucks.