Troy Lowrie’s work clothes confuse his staff. Sometimes he’s spiffed-out in a courtly suit, fine leather shoes and a shiny watch. Some days he comes dressed in Dockers and a smart polo. On the occasions he wears blue jeans and a T-shirt, it’s not uncommon for one his female employees…
As evidenced by the recently released documentary Beyond the Mat, wrestling, in all its violent glory, is for adults. And local wrestling — not that bawdy WWF-Hollywood crap — is the real deal. Luckily, in Denver we have the Central Wrestling Organization to satisfy our lust for blood. For those…
The day the Goose knocked down the Penguin, my sister cried. The Penguin was her favorite player, but poor Ron Cey, standing in the batter’s box in the fifth game of the 1981 World Series, never had a chance against the 96-mph fastball that socked him in the head. As…
A vasectomy performed with a scalpel goes something like this: The doctor reaches for a scalpel, makes an incision on both sides of the patient’s scrotum, fingers around for the vas, cauterizes each side of the spermicidal conduit, and stitches ’em up. If the patient is lucky, he can expect…
Former Central High School student Terry Mosley was found not guilty of first-degree assault by an Adams County jury last Thursday. The jury deliberated for a little more than two hours before ruling that Mosley had acted in self-defense when he struck Hinkley High School student Levi Cumins with an…
On the afternoon of June 10, 1999, suspected drug dealer Xavier Davis was puttering around Aurora in his silver Hyundai when he received a call on his cell phone from his buddy Nathan Brown, aka “Lil’ Nate.” Lil’ Nate, FBI agents believe, was looking to purchase dope from Davis, who…
The Shooting At night, the parking lot outside the King Soopers at Iliff Avenue and Buckley Road in Aurora is a flat field of black asphalt. Thousands of white parking stripes lie useless, while the neon signs above the closed shops next to the food castle cast a fuzzy light…
“Hi, my name is Mick,” reads a mailer sent to voters in Glendale last week. “My owner, Mike Dunafon, is running for Glendale Mayor, please vote for him because he won’t be a good mayor, he’ll be a GREAT Mayor! Besides, he loves animals!” OK, so the pooch is no…
David Cone, the jock-with-brains New York Yankees pitcher who threw a perfect game last season, floored the beer-bellied reporters surrounding his locker one day when he said — get this — “I grew up wanting to be a sportswriter.” Pssh. Yeah, right. Was he mocking them? Did Cone, man of…
The girl behind the glass is wearing a form-fitting white cotton shirt, beige cargo pants and sparkling silver high-heeled shoes that lift her three inches off the ground. As people walk by the glass, she strikes a heaven-help-me pose. Her tiny arms thrust toward the sky, her straw-thin legs stand…
Veggo Larsen, the city manager of Glendale, keeps one pressed suit, one clean golf shirt and a set of clubs packed in the backseat of his Chevy Blazer. After all, at the end of any city council meeting, held on the first and third Tuesday evenings of each month, Larsen…
An inmate at the Denver County Jail wants something to drink to celebrate New Year’s Eve, and he wants something with a little more punch than Kool-Aid. First he swipes a plastic trash bag while he’s on cleanup duty by folding the bag flat and slipping it into the heel…
For the last decade, Kathleen Hanna has been determined to change her world by using her fists. Her latest effort, Le Tigre, indicates that she’s found feathers. The former Bikini Kill lead singer/lyricist who was charged — rightly or wrongly — with instigating much of the Riot Grrrl movement has…
We’re on the record on October 19, 1999, at 9:30 a.m. I’m Kelli Chan,” the tape begins. “I’m a member of the Enforcement Division of the Central Regional Office of the Securities and Exchange Commission. I am an officer of the Commission for purposes of this proceeding. This is an…
On 1994’s 24-Hour Revenge Therapy, Jawbreaker singer/songwriter Blake Schwarzenbach spat out the righteous truth against his peers of the time: “You’re not punk and I’m tellin’ everyone/Save your breath, I never was one.” In one backhanded bitch slap, Schwarzenbach knocked the Sid Vicious-inspired snarls off a generation of “punk-rockers” who,…
Inside Gary Haney’s office, in the basement of a building just off Broadway and 6th Avenue, there’s a knee-high stack of hardcore porn videos that don’t get much of a workout anymore. The covers are plastered with wide-open mouths, bare breasts and stuffed orifices, and frankly, Haney couldn’t care less…
I. HOW TO WIN On the second Saturday in October, in a small park in southwest Denver, two groups of children come together to play a game of football. Each of the boys is hidden beneath his beefed-up shoulder pads and oversized helmet. At their age, most of the players…
As a patrol officer working the area south of Colfax Avenue and east of York Street, Larry Carr became frustrated by the number of repeat visits he made to the same crime-filled apartment buildings. Every night, it seemed, the same jerks were causing the same problems over and over, from…
Above Jim Hannifin’s cluttered desk is an award, inked in amateur calligraphy and framed in fake wood. Hannifin tacked the prize to his wall in February 1995, shortly after he moved his business, Ready Temporary Services, to 1915 East Colfax Avenue. Leaders of the local business group Colfax on the…
Denver police officer Daniel O’Bannon was late to his own trial on October 18 — he was still in the loo when Denver County Judge Celeste C de Baca called the courtroom to order just after 10 a.m. — but it didn’t affect the outcome: O’Bannon was cleared on a…
Larimer County Sheriff Jim Alderden is proud of his box. His box, a solid two-foot-by-two-foot cube, is a smorgasbord of drugs; clear plastic baggies loaded with pot, bundles of psilocybin mushrooms and tiny envelopes of cocaine. “Even got some black-tar heroin,” the sheriff says, disgust clinging to his voice. The…
Lindsey Kuhn, a left-handed artist, can’t feel the fingers on his left hand. Yet he stands in the middle of his lower-downtown workshop — a 1,200-square-foot abandoned warehouse at Park Avenue and Market Street — and downright laughs at the thought of his drawing hand going on the blink. He…
