Dear Denver


Denver... I miss how you use to be. Before you had a facelift and went back to college. Your flaws were what made you interesting. I was always there for you - having dinner with your Italian grandma on the north side, before your little sister Aurora turned trashy (she was always a little bit out there,) your uncle Boulder was so opinionated! Back before the area codes, when Colfax stretched from Israel to Mexico. But times change Denver and we all have to grow up. We’ll always have the memories of old men smoking cigarettes over coffee at Dutchboy Donuts, and the Barnes Dance downtown. Birthday picnics at Elitch Gardens and Celebrity or even setting off Roman candles in Globeville when the Broncos won back to back superbowls.