I don't believe in ghosts. When my wife tells me about presences she's seen and felt in the middle of the night, I tell her she was dreaming. When she tells me we can't buy an attractive house in Five Points because a woman who committed suicide there decades ago still haunts the halls — shrieking and slamming doors every night over the agony of murdering her own small children — I tell her those are the shrieks of meth heads and crack whores in front of Town Liquor, just down the street. So when Kyle Burns, one of Denver's most venerable bartenders and the bar... More >>>