The topic that the Denver Post and the Rocky Mountain News cover worse than any other is themselves. Sometimes the inaccuracies are unintentional; they’re caused by a predictable lack of objectivity, perhaps, or the seemingly benign but actually corrosive tendency to give statements made by their overseers a free pass…
How would this country’s motorheads react if the next three Daytona 500 winners were Romanians driving Russian race cars? What if an NFL expansion team from Amsterdam or Tokyo built a Super Bowl Dynasty? How many tickets would U.S. baseball nuts buy if the World Series featured the Toronto Blue…
Of Rags and Road Rage Patricia Calhoun, as the editor of a rag that (with justification) regularly bashes King Webb’s violations of various statutes and constitutional guarantees, it’s surprising that you would agree with him on denying Denver citizens the right to protect themselves with a firearm (“Fire Away,” May…
Everyone will tell you that Edward Bryant is the nicest guy in the world. Responsible, a good friend, kind to his cats, endlessly helpful to other writers. So where does this come from: “The muzzle of the .357 belched flame and the back of Mrs. Hernandez’s skull exploded outward, the…
“You wanna eat?” said Jeffie. Kin stared out the passenger’s window of the big old Chevy at the neon dazzle of Colfax Avenue. “I want to do someone.” “Aw, come on.” Jeffie put his free hand on Kin’s wrist, let the fingers lie there lightly. “Let’s eat. I’m buyin’. Burgers…
It’s Sunday, August 11, 1996. Somewhere on the 17000 block of East Dickenson Place, an alarm is going off, which is not uncommon. It could be a car alarm or maybe a home alarm, but Nsikak Ekiko says it’s not coming from her house or her garage. Her neighbors think…
On an afternoon in early March, Marty Packham stood glumly as he watched two locksmiths drill new keyholes into the doors at Pier 1 Imports at 1201 East Colfax Avenue. Packham had worked for the national chain of fashionable furnishings on and off for fifteen years. He was a true…
According to Andrew Bergey, station manager of Community Access TV of Boulder, or CATV, “It’s pretty much been business as usual around here” — but perhaps “business as unusual” is a better way to put it. Beginning last November, when Boulder public-access star and dedicated eccentric Jann Scott was suspended…
Elected and public officials have it rough. They’re cooped up in the stodgy State Capitol or some city administration building all day, and if they do get any exercise, it’s usually hopping from one chicken-fried-steak fundraising luncheon to the next. Even if these meals are free (well, free for them,…
In the days of eating catsup and bread for dinner, Raul and Sylvia Vasquez dreamed of this. The Suburban with the TV, VCR and Nintendo set; the four-acre country home with the swimming pool, pasture and pet burro; the people, the applause and the conga line. This was thirteen years…
KVOD isn’t dead yet — really. Tune your radio to 1280 on the AM dial and there it is, playing the classical music that’s long been its stock in trade. But because the frequency has been purchased by Rodriguez Communications, a Dallas company that specializes in Spanish-language programming, most observers…
It’s springtime in the Rockies, the time of year when a young first-term governor’s fancy turns to education reform, gun control through legitimate legislative means and…high-stakes pigeon racing. Or so I’d heard — about the pigeon racing, anyway (the other stuff seemed reasonably true). “That’s right,” says Richard Ott Sr.,…
School Daze I agreed strongly with many of the things said in Julie Jargon’s “The First Step,” in the May 4 issue. I am a student at P.S.1 and have been very close to Linda Reilly for many years. I came to the school when it was just getting somewhere;…
Tuesday, September 7, 1999. It’s the beginning of a new school year, and it’s going to be a big one for P.S.1, Denver’s oldest charter school. As P.S.1 enters its sixth year of existence, its charter will be up for renewal by the Denver Board of Education, and teachers and…
Five years ago, Arron Apperson didn’t talk to his father much. The two argued more than they ever agreed. Whenever Arron’s dad, Curt, would tell him something, he’d shut himself off or pick a fight with the old man. It never seemed to matter what it was — hanging a…
Like much of the area northeast of Coors Field, the 2600 block of Larimer Street has become somewhat jumbled lately. People with a fondness for discount gin have always been at home here, but they’ve been joined by Merlot-sipping loft-lovers drawn by the neighborhood’s “character” — though the street’s characters…
In most circles, the subject of dating over the Internet elicits either wisecracks or bewildered looks. The stigma is that meeting someone online is for losers, degenerates, and anyone who can’t get laid. But a quick peek at the big Web sites — America Online, Yahoo and Alta Vista –…
Colorado’s image has taken a beating over the past several years, what with the eternally unsolved murder of JonBenét Ramsey, in which Boulder’s law-enforcement types compare unfavorably with Mayberry’s, and then the Columbine killings, which continue to inspire Jefferson County Sheriff John Stone’s excellent impersonation of Barney Fife (even if…
Hal Bregman’s good manners know no bounds. Hence, any conversational topic — even hygienic concerns arising from our most personal daily function — may be tackled without fear of offense. Could it be that his vocabulary, which, with its specificity and lack of rude informality, inspires confidence? Or is it…
Those locals praying that coverage of Columbine High School would diminish following the first anniversary of the shootings didn’t have to wait long to be disappointed. Last week, only six days after the modestly attended commemorative festivities (“Anniversary Post-Mortem,” April 27), Jefferson County Attorney Frank Hutfless ordered that a Columbine…
The favorite in this Saturday’s Kentucky Derby is a regally bred but half-crazy colt named Fusaichi Pegasus, and if you can pronounce his name, you’re doing better than most of the bourbon-soaked horse gentry decorating the saloons of Louisville. To be sure, Foos-ey-EE-chee, American-bred and Japanese-owned, is quite a runner:…
Spies Like Us Eileen Welsome’s April 20 piece on Wen Ho Lee, “Spies, Lies and Portable Tapes,” is the state of the art now. Congratulations. Jude Wanniski via the Internet Normally, I’m not one for spy stories — true or not — but I couldn’t put Eileen…
