Douglas Bruce, victim. Let it roll over the tongue a few times. Let it vibrate in the most sensitive part of the brain, the one usually reserved for trampled flowers and kicked puppies. Hold that thought. Douglas Bruce says he’s a victim. He claims that he’s the focus of a…
Since Bill McCartney announced on November 19 that he was resigning as coach of the University of Colorado football team, we’ve been subjected to an endless stream of the gospel according to Coach Mac, recounted by a number of media disciples. We’ve heard that he didn’t intend to steal Rashaan…
There Newt Gingrich sat, innocent as a choirboy who’s just ditched a cancer-ridden first wife, meeting the press. If truth is stranger than fiction, it doesn’t get much stranger than this. The Washington pundits were asking Gingrich, the next Speaker of the House, about Hillary Clinton’s derisive denunciation of his…
At five o’clock last Tuesday morning, Michael Reagan’s voice came in loud and clear–even if his message was a mess. Reagan has parlayed his position as son–albeit estranged, adopted son–of the former president into a slot as a conservative talk-radio host; his show airs twice daily in Denver on KTLK-AM…
The press won’t have Bruce Benson to kick around anymore. But he sure gave journalists something to remember him by. The Republican gubernatorial candidate waited until almost ten o’clock last Tuesday night to concede that he’d lost the election. Lost despite the fact that as late as September, polls actually…
Has a Colorado campaign season ever been less inspired? Less inspirational? After being fed a daily diet of Benson divorce drivel and troopersuperduper details, it’s hard not to have fantasies of being chased out of state by a mysterious red Chevy until sometime after November 8. That failing, however, here’s…
Bruce Benson turned his back on the governor’s race last week. In one of the most stunning about-faces in Colorado campaign history, the Republican gubernatorial candidate turned the other cheek–literally–for a television ad that shows him strolling away from the camera through the scenic shrubbery while he confesses, again, to…
Vance Johnson says he’s sorry. Sorry for the tantrums, the violence, the abusive behavior. So sorry, in fact, that the back cover of his recent vanity–and I do mean vanity–book, The Vance: The Beginning & The End, includes a large, generic “I’m Sorry!” And you will be, too, if you…
The Denver City Attorney’s Office handles many legal matters. None of them are divorces. But judging from the city’s slam-bam response to recent open-records requests, you’d think reporters had been asking City Attorney Dan Muse to spill the beans not just about Bruce Benson, the gubernatorial candidate whose divorce had…
Let’s keep this confidential, shall we? In the first week of May, as 9News viewers got an unappetizing eyeful of Denver employees stuffing their faces with donuts when they should have been on the job, at least someone in the city was working. In fact, that someone at the City…
Denver has become the Sally Field of cities. They like us, they really like us, we exclaim whenever the country shows the slightest inclination to forgive us our trespasses. It was just four months ago that Denver International Airport was scheduled to open–for the fourth time. Instead, Mayor Wellington Webb…
It was eighteen years ago this week that Westword, which would be printing Volume 1, Number 1, in a matter of hours, moved out of a bungalow basement and into its first office in LoDo. Not, of course, that this part of town was then known by that hip, nod-to-New-York…
It would have been such a pretty sight: Paula Woodward, star TV reporter, hauled off in chains, Sky9 following as the sheriff’s car stops first at 7-Eleven for coffee, then at Burger King for fries as it slowly wends its way to Denver County Jail. Live remotes from the gymnasium-cum-dormitory,…
Denver International Airport is deserted at twilight. It looks like the last relic of some tent-worshiping civilization after the bomb is dropped. Which, of course, is precisely what had occurred earlier this day, 25 daunting miles away, when members of the Denver City Council learned that the proposed “back-up” baggage…
The debut episode of Rocky Flats Close-Up, a half-hour Department of Energy infomercial tucked into the wee-hour time slots usually reserved for miracle car washes and thigh trimmers, is about as exciting as watching Chernobyl cool down. Anchor Mike Nolan–the former Channel 9 sportscaster who peddles RVs when he’s not…
At eight in the morning, Governor Roy Romer already looked tired. After a month of putting out fires–both literally and metaphorically–he was now glad-handing his way through the train heading from Denver to Cheyenne. And by car twelve, the campaigning was beginning to wear thin. It’s a tough year, the…
As a battle cry to rally the troops, the letter from the publisher of the Rocky Mountain News sounded more like a call to retreat. “Having spent over 20 years at the Rocky Mountain News,” wrote Larry Strutton in the paper’s in-house newsletter last month, “I am very aware of…
Denver’s new curfew-enforcement program is supposed to keep kids out of trouble. So far, though, it’s the adults who are doing all the brawling. And the fight’s just beginning. Councilwoman Mary DeGroot had been out of town for just about an hour last Thursday evening when the calls started coming…
“I feel that there is not a more important meeting being held in these United States as is being held here these next two days. If we lose this battle, there are no more moral absolutes left for this nation.” And so Will Perkins, the Colorado Springs car dealer who…
It was Friday afternoon, and the wheels of justice were turning more slowly than your average wastewater worker drinks his coffee on an unauthorized break. During a lull in the inaction, Dave Lougee, news director at Channel 9, made a call back to the office and then sprinted down the…
Get out the Midol. That was the warning hissed by one editor, male, upon exiting the very first meeting of the Rocky Mountain News Task Force on Women. And don’t forget the aspirin, either. Because this embarrassing attempt to enlighten its own newsroom promises to be a headache for everyone…
Jim Norris was behind the counter when the governor of Colorado came in and ordered his usual. Roy Romer stopped by this particular Peaberry outlet at least once a week, always ordering a Frozen Bear–sort of a sweetened espresso slurpee. And he’d always been “basically pretty friendly,” Norris recalls–but not…
