It looked like eight angels had descended from heaven and landed in front of the Beauvallon, of all places. For a week, the eight-foot-tall Carrera marble sculptures gazed upon the fancy loft/retail project and all the traffic passing by on Lincoln Street, plucking their lyres and waiting for rapture. Meanwhile,…
Back before What’s So Funny was able to parlay writing C- comedy into a regular paying gig, this savant scribe of the nation’s finest dick jokes was a substitute teacher for Denver Public Schools. It was while subbing for a class of Spanish-speaking first-graders that I was asked a baffling…
Another big-league baseball season is all but upon us, and the prelude is decorated with the usual fond hopes — even in Denver and Tampa. But the game seems more deeply troubled than ever. Players shooting steroids. Barry Bonds on the verge of murder at a press conference. The Damn…
It was a bad week for Adrienne Anderson. On February 3, the environmental-studies professor at the University of Colorado at Boulder, where she’s taught for eleven years, was informed that she wouldn’t be reappointed to her post. The following morning, after a night during which Anderson says “I was unable…
The Big Boom Theory Hunter drops Dobson: I have never paid a lot of attention to The City, by Derf, before, but the March 3 comic about how Hunter S. Thompson really died was perfect. If only it were true! RIP, HST. Brian Moriarty Aurora The Mystery of Pi Frat…
Terry Graham arrived at the immigration-reform forum late, when things were already heating up. She slid into the back row of seats in the North High School auditorium and listened as a man in the audience charged that the panel was skewed with open-border activists. The man was invited up…
The torrential downpour has slowed to a wet murmur, but Haylar Garcia doesn’t trust that the storm’s really over. He’s calling from inside a 1983 Toyota RV, which he and his crew — Damon Scott and Jeff Deel — have nicknamed “The Turtle.” At the moment, the reptilian vehicle is…
Not long after David Mallamo arrived at Mount View Detention Center last August, he made lists of weapons he wanted to build into an arsenal and lists of people he wanted to kill. He wrote a letter instructing a staff member to go to his parents’ house, “cut all phone…
“The Gates” are now closed in New York City, where for sixteen days in February, Central Park was adorned with 7,500 saffron-colored panels by Christo and Jeanne-Claude. That leaves just one “artworks in progress” on the artists’ website (www.christojeanneclaude.net): the long-promised “Over the River,” which proposes to drape fabric panels…
Any Denverite worth his weight in infrequently used outdoor-adventure gear was at the first Colorado Rockies home game on April 9, 1993. If your parents were too lazy to get tickets or too strict to pull you out of school that afternoon, you’re allowed to do something to punish them,…
Tony Marquette says he grew up listening to Tom Martino on Denver radio. So when it came time to choose a contractor to install new flooring and tile in his Centennial house last year, he selected one from Martino’s website, www. roubleshooter.com, which charges businesses sizable sums to be on…
A few years ago, I started to notice clumps of scruffy-looking young men loitering around the parking lot of my favorite snowboarding hill, Loveland. Their arrival was in synch with my departure: My weekend strategy had been to arrive early and then leave after four good hours, hoping to beat…
Funky, Funky Broadway Street dreams: The February 17 “Give Our Regards to Broadway,” put forth by a staff of fine writers, was great. We live in old Englewood and can enjoy firsthand the variety that the boulevard offers in just a five-minute walk. One slowly comes to appreciate what relatively…
By the time Arvada native Christine Pomponio-Pate arrives at the prestigious Arnold bodybuilding show in Columbus, Ohio, in early March, she’ll have been intensively preparing her physique for close to four months. Her body-fat percentage will be near 9 percent — between a half and a third of that of…
Bosses pick up Juan Lopez Gutierrez for quick jobs. He landscapes or builds houses. He paints walls and lays floors. Different men pick him up in different trucks for different gigs every week. He tries to avoid getting stiffed his pay. He looks for the company’s name, the business address…
One hundred and two days. That’s how long it took Josh Caldwell and Hunter Weeks to travel from Seattle to Boston on a Segway — a journey that takes roughly five hours by plane. Last August, the pair hit the road with a couple of digital video cameras, plenty of…
Bare feet and backless blouses may be all the rage in Boulder, but that’s where the flesh flashing stops. On February 4, cops shut down a fashion show after receiving an APB concerning escaped breasts on the runway. Organized by Jason Rens and Gretchen Jones of the Buffalo Exchange, the…
We were somewhere around the Capitol on the edge of downtown when the booze began to take hold. All night we had been drinking, pouring alcohol on top of thick, prime-cut steaks devoured with gluttonous glee in celebration of a friend’s birthday and the NBA All-Star Weekend. I remember sourly…
There were no major train wrecks in Colorado over President’s Day weekend — unless you counted the transitions during late local TV newscasts. The juxtaposition of overblown NBA All-Star Game plugs with coverage of a statewide manhunt and, later, the suicide of Colorado-based counterculture figure Hunter S. Thompson left debris…
In the midst of the hip, the hop and the hype, the NBA All-Stars managed to shoot a little hoop over the weekend. As befits the Mile High City, some would say, most of it was above the rim. From the rookie-sophomore game on Friday night to the slam-dunk contest…
Ready for Blastoff It’s the Rael thing: Regarding Patricia Calhoun’s “Space Case,” in the February 17 issue: Mr. Roehr’s evaluation of the whole Ward Churchill controversy is really right on the money. It couldn’t have been expressed more clearly — but once again, it seems that the media have to…
5:55 a.m.: 7600 Broadway They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway…but right before dawn, on the hillside where Broadway begins, the only lights are a hint of orange and pink on the horizon to the east, the beacons of a convenience store a few blocks down the two-lane…
