This week the Colorado Legislature passes the point of no return, when bills must either move on to the other house for ten more weeks of bickering or disappear altogether. But even before this session started — when Senator John Andrews declared that the Ten Commandments should be posted in…
Tom Tancredo is back from Washington, back home in Colorado after his first year as a freshman representative, wondering if the snow now smothering D.C. will somehow prevent him from attending the State of the Union address. Could he be so lucky? So far, the conservative congressman from Colorado’s Sixth…
There may not have been fireworks on New Year’s Eve, but all hell’s been busting loose since we woke up Saturday morning and found ourselves living in Loserville. Denver was so dull, so dead on Friday night that local TV anchors pleaded for something, anything, to put on the air…
It could have been so easy. Had Jefferson County Sheriff John Stone just asked Tim Roche, the Time magazine reporter, for a couple of bucks before he handed over the basement tapes of Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, that reporter might be sitting in the hoosegow right now. According to…
Nathan Thill. Aaron McKinney. Dylan Klebold. Eric Harris. Their short lives drip with hate, the liquid courage that enables them to commit unimaginable crimes. Their anger runs so deep that it cannot be contained. It spills over, poisoning everyone and everything around them. And the source of all this rage,…
The tabloids could not have made up this story. In the almost three years since JonBenét Ramsey’s lifeless body was found in the basement of her family’s Boulder home on the day after Christmas 1996, Jon Morris was sent away for life for the murder of kindergartner Ashley Gray, whose…
As told to Patricia Calhoun, by Patricia Calhoun If you think it’s embarrassing to be caught in a checkout line with nothing but a lime and four supermarket tabloids — and indeed it is, even if the tabs are all for work! Really! — imagine being caught testifying on behalf…
Just before 1 p.m. on Thursday, September 23, Arlyn Shapiro was at the intersection of Colorado Boulevard and Exposition Street, preparing to walk across Colorado. Heading south back to work and stopped at the crosswalk was Natalie Madrigal, behind the wheel of her 1962 Pritschenwagen, a restored VW truck that…
Back in January 1997, the worst crime imaginable in Boulder, Colorado, was not the murder of a six-year-old girl, but the publication in a national tabloid of several pilfered autopsy pictures of that little girl. And so the good citizens of Boulder called on local supermarkets to cease and desist…
The circus is back in town, transforming Boulder into a bigtop stuffed with big-time media stars. They’ll be in the center ring, fighting for interviews and airtime, until Boulder’s grand jury finally disbands on October 20, thirteen months after it began investigating the murder of JonBenét Ramsey. The grand jurors…
Sam Riddle was right. About one thing, at least. Back in June, the shoot-from-the-lip Riddle complained that his $250-an-hour consulting contract with then-secretary of state Victoria Buckley would not have been subject to the same scrutiny if he’d made the deal with a white man. And in fact, while Riddle’s…
Saturday night in a packed, smoky ballroom large enough to park a 747. The music is loud, the crowd even louder. She shouts that she’s 21; he tells her he’s a doctor. They’re both lying. She’s a minor who barely needed to wave her fake ID in order to enter…
Like it or not, sports have brought Denver its greatest fame. And its greatest infamy. No matter how often city cheerleaders jump up and down to praise Denver — its scenery, its 4,000 days of sunshine each year, its swell new airport (with newly swelled fares), its astounding arts attendance…
Bubby Brister wasn’t the only one who got sacked Monday. The editor of the paper that on Tuesday gave its most prominent play not to the quarterback sneak but to a yawn of a VA hospital story also lost his job. About time the Post answered its own wake-up call…
One hot August morning, a day even drier and dustier than it had been that June more than 123 years before, I said goodbye to Alan Dumas and added some more dust to the Little Bighorn Battlefield, where George Armstrong Custer had made his last stand. I’d been to this…
On the Friday before Martin Luther King Jr. Day, hundreds of Denverites gathered at a luncheon honoring community leaders who have held true to King’s principles. The banquet was sponsored by Colorado’s MLK Commission, which is headed by Denver First Lady Wilma Webb, wife of one of the most prominent…
It was not looking like a very happy new year for Foxes. In the preceding months the city had come down, hard, on the nightclub at Sixth Avenue and Bryant Street. The bar’s neighbors–most of them businesses–in the largely industrial area just off Federal were complaining about garbage, about broken…
Is this a great country, or what? Although it is not the land of his birth, my companion is defending the United States and all those truths that are supposed to be self-evident with the sort of ferocity usually displayed by taxi drivers fighting over a nice, juicy fare. Which…
In the January 8 New Yorker, satirist Christopher Buckley sums up 1996 with a series of hypothetical headlines: “Colorado Militia Blows Up New Denver Airport,” reads one. “Denver Airport Bombers Are Given Ticker-Tape Parade Through Downtown: Mayor Hails `Heroes’ and Presents Them With Keys to Old Airport,” reads the next…
Defame is the name of the game. David Thomas, the district attorney of Jefferson County, wasn’t happy with Eric Dexheimer’s August story that deconstructed the Quigley-Aronson mess from an overblown scandal to an overgrown neighborhood spat. By then, of course, the case that the head of the Anti-Defamation League labeled…
My upper torso heaves with indignation. Late last month, in an effort to clean up their act before Congress does it for them, those arbiters of taste at America Online banned the word “breast.” In doing so, the country’s largest computer on-line service exhibited all the exquisite sensibilities of those…
She opened her mail the first Saturday in November, and the bottom dropped out of her world. Jo had worked hard to shore up the foundation of her life. She had followed all the orders, read all the books, done all the right things. She had fought for her family…
