Wes McKinley had been out on the trail with his herd several days when he finally rounded up a copy of last Friday’s paper. And there the foreman of Colorado Special Grand Jury 89-2 learned that the Department of Justice’s long-awaited internal review of the Rocky Flats investigation had determined…
It’s cherry blossom time in Washington, D.C., but for some Clinton watchers, the bloom is already off the rose. Last week, while addressing the American Society of Newspaper Editors, Bill Clinton blew his stack over yet another Whitewater question. He couldn’t be expected to remember every little detail from fifteen…
Lower downtown cleared out on Monday, as hundreds of people dropped purple sweatshirts over their suits and took themselves out to the ball game. You could have popped a high fly into the heart of this historic district a stone’s throw from Coors Field, and no one would have been…
Ordinarily, Governor Roy Romer takes a backseat to no man. But then there’s Henry Alford. Alford, a prankster and journalist, had already inflicted his own yummy snack food, Nubbins, on New York City (and written about it in the late, lamented Spy magazine); he would soon pass himself off as…
The bomb dropped March 4 at United Airlines headquarters back East. Two weeks later it exploded in Denver–where there’s still a whole lotta shaking going on. Most of the fallout centers on United’s deal with the city to delay the opening of Denver International Airport. On February 28 Mayor Wellington…
After two years of whistling in the dark, you’d think that Bruce Pederson and Jackie Taylor would have seen the light. You’d think they’d forget about happy endings. But even so, the two Resolution Trust Corporation whistleblowers felt their hopes rise on February 24, the day Deputy Treasury Secretary and…
Last Monday night we were in limbo–literally–over Stapleton. Returning from several days out of town (and out of touch), we were toasting our last flight into the old airport and the end of an era when the pilot’s voice came over the loudspeaker. Appropriately enough, he told us that because…
Katie and Patrick are never allowed outside alone. They are eight and five now, old enough to play in their yard without their mother always watching. A high fence surrounds the family’s corner lot; they cannot escape. That, however, is not what worries my friend Terri. She lives in fear–absolute,…
David Chandler’s spirit was willing, but his heart literally was not in it. On Sunday morning, Chandler wrote the conclusion to his own story by ending his life. His second life, really. Chandler’s first is documented on a resume that made bad bureaucrats quake: an endless string of journalism jobs…
In one corner: professor Jonathan Turley and his George Washington law students, fighting for the 22 Rocky Flats grand jurors. In the opposite corner: some of America’s corporate heavyweights, represented by the country’s most notorious brawlers–Washington lobbyists. Somewhere in between: Colorado congressmen Dan Schaefer and David Skaggs. Sitting ringside: whistleblower…
I have been hugged by Ken Hamblin. This, I realize, hardly puts me in an exclusive club. The man is a heat-seeking missile. “I want to be liked,” the talk-show host says, just seconds before verbally skewering another victim. When a group of journalists with all the huggability of prickly…
