Grandma, Purina Plant & The Junkyard
Traveling along I-70 through Denver is a bit of a sensory adventure. To the west, you’ve got the majesty of the Rockies; to the east, the sweeping openness of the Great Plains. The highway winds through a patchwork of neighborhoods—diverse, storied, and full of character, reflecting the deep history of the Denver metro area.…
Boxing In The Park
Neighborhood used to mean something powerful in a lot of cultures. For a while in the late sixties, I lived near Harrington Elementary in Denver. There’s a new Harrington now, but back then it was this beautiful, three-story brick building at 38th and Steele Street.…
Here Is You Souvenir
The Colorado/Denver Rangers were a minor league hockey team in the late 1980s, and I had the joy of being their photographer. At the time, I was working at Woolworths and looking for a way to supplement my income. Photography was the perfect creative outlet.…
Hold Open The Door For Others
Relationships are complicated, and sometimes changes happen so gradually that we don’t even notice them. I had this experience with a friend at Rangeview.
Bobby was a custodian at Rangeview and had been there almost since the beginning in 1982. He was a fixture, the institutional memory of the school.…
Mommy, I’m Sorry
Most of my blog posts are fun, whimsical, or educational. This one is not.
This is the story of a five-year-old boy who lived with the feeling that his mother was mad at him. It is a story of sadness, grief, and longing.…
Firsts – Girls & Championships
Allen Elementary was a fun school to attend. I had great teachers, memorable experiences, and it was the place where I had my first crush and won my first championship. They may have been the victories of a second and third grader, but they were milestones nonetheless.…