I'd seen that van before. The Ritters live around the corner from some friends in Platte Park, and one Saturday morning, as I was sitting on the parkway helping at a yard sale (i.e., drinking beer and blabbing), a green van with one-day-governor Bill Ritter behind the wheel, Jeannie beside him and a load of kids in the back pulled over. Ritter stuck his head out the window and hollered this: "Hey, Calhoun, what are you doing there? I'd have thought you'd be in Cherry Creek getting a pedicure." And then the van zoomed off, its driver apparently unaware that there were two mismatched tennis shoes on the roof.
A man who can deliver such a zinger while maneuvering the city streets should have no problem setting a worthy course for this state. -- Patricia Calhoun