Sunday, December 2, 2012

December 2012





     ...I am baking eight kinds of Christmas cookies...hour-long holiday card photo shoot, and creating a flow chart from wish lists to big ideas.  ...while watching the days tick by on our life-sized Santa advent calendar (which, by the way, requires a tiny yet magnificent treat in each of its 25 pockets) and telling my kids, "Please be quiet, Mommy's got a holiday headache."  "That Macy's window of perfection perhaps doesn't fit your moral code," says...a physician specializing in whole-life care and women's health.  "Look at what's going to work for you."  - Colorado Parent, 12/12
     ...we have tried an amazing array of practices, workshops, retreats and teachers, dipped our toes in many philosophies, religions, businesses and roles and have learned that there's a shoe for every foot...  From relationships with others and a Higher Power, to finances, entertainment, food,exercise, environment, family...well, there's no end to the list.  - Natural Awakenings, 11/12
     ...we have come to speak of the poor or underdeveloped countries in general, or the anticolonial or postcolonial states,  and of the colored or Afro-Asian nations.  Just what will be the influence of these states upon the interests of the West...?  ...at a conference of Prime Ministers of India, Pakistan, Ceylon, Burma, and Indonesia...at Bangor Indonesia was considered their part in the creation of world peace.  It included Asian members of SEATO as well as...China and North Vietnam.  Sukarno set the tone..."This is the first intercontinental conference of colored people in the history of mankind..."  Mr. Dulles denounced neutrality as..."a nation can buy safety for itself  by being indifferent to the fate of others."  The policy of bringing new states into alliance met, however, with limited success.  Dean Rusk spoke of the newer states..."But the test is whether they are determined to be independent, whether they are trying to live out their lives in the way in which their own peoples would like to have them shape it."  - Neutralism and Nonalignment, ed. by Lawrence W. Martin, 1962
     ...in 1960, the Ecumenical (Federal) Council of Churches in the Czechoslovak Republic published a declaration...which...stated: "We are more and more convinced that our state is carrying on the work of great social and welfare activities on behalf of our workers and...the struggle for peace and...the interests of the entire society and...for the individual to realize his hopes and aspirations."  ...further...that the socialist classless society "is close to the Christian concept of a healthy society order.  ...Christianity is not bound to any given form of society...  ...Professor Jones Hromadka...as early as 1929, was very critical of the "so called Christian civilization" which he saw represented in American democracy.  It worried him to see that Christianity separated itself from the basis of its faith and was slowly developing into a program for liberal democracy.  "The so-called Christian nations of Europe and America have lost, spiritually speaking, the right to consider themselves the firstborn among the Christian nations.  They have played out their role as political leaders in international affairs.  The era of the hegemony of the Christian civilization is past.  The historical philosophy...based on...the superiority...self-glorification...a claim to be arbiters of all moral, cultural, social and international situations.  ...self-righteous feeling of superiority, from its sterility and from all claims to be the judge of what is right and wrong, just or unjust, and what is freedom and righteousness."  - Hutten
     ...Communists had no adequate doctrine to deal with the success of national movements in colonial areas.  ...the banner of anti-imperialism might be taken over by a force independent of Communism...  The modern state...has several attributes.  These relate to the precision of boundaries.  The completeness of its jurisdiction within these boundaries.  The cohesiveness of its population, and the capacity of its government...to maintain order...to formulate and execute policy for the welfare of the national community.  There may be no such thing as a "logical" boundary to demarcate a modern state in a heterogeneous, traditional society.  Democracy is based upon restraints on the exercise of power.  Democracy demands a sense...of some larger interest than that of class or action...the first requirement of operational independence - the creation of rough equilibrium among foreign influences...  Only a foreign policy dogmatic and totalitarian to the utmost degree conceivable would want to wipe out all diversity...  The policy-maker works at understanding the world from a base consisting of the essences of his own society's character...  - Martin
     The Denver Municipal Code recognizes neighborhood associations as the primary vehicle for communication and dialogue about issues affecting neighborhoods and residents.
     I typically get a bit...nostalgic in...our neighborhood, with its 100 year plus history...  The seeming fury of the pace of change in our society is juxtaposed against our quiet streets and quaint homes...  ...back when Platt Park was a working man's town...a few kids and probably a grandparent or two lived in our bungalows...  How an entire family's clothes fit into two three-by-three foot closets.  I wonder how they'd be amazed by...the light rail...$5 dollar lattes (what's a latte?), modern duplexes, marijuana dispensaries...  Yep, seems the only constant is...more or less in a positive direction.  - Platt Park Post, Dec. 2012/Jan. 2013

     On a Sunday, after purchasing a timer for the Christmas lights, later on I head across the street to a Mexican restaurant.  A slew of 1980s Cadillacs turns the corner.  Outside the front door, a cook recognizes me, so does a waiter inside.  The place is warm and inviting.  As I am reading an article about the Loch Ness Monster from 1979, four men come in to play Mexican music.  A couple of days later, I am on a bus home.  It's a bus which comes a couple of hours later than I usually catch it.  I sit in the back, a couple of seats away from a guy with thinning salt and pepper hair.  His hair and his beard are both perhaps a couple of feet long.  Across from me is a forlorn looking woman with a damaged left nostril.  Next to me is a kid with a paperback copy of Wuthering Heights.  Sitting at the front is a guy tapping his ring finger, with ring, against one of the handholds, tap tap tap.
     Thursday morning.  I'm at the bus stop across the street from my place.  5 AM.  A young woman in Capri pants and pantihose is waiting for the bus.  When I get up the street, I head for the deathburger.  Coming behind me is a wandering homeless zombie.  I go in and order.  He comes in and goes into the men's room, and then leaves.  The following day, I am on a bus in the early afternoon.  A derelict guy is in the seat next to me.  As another passenger gets on, he recognizes her, grabbing her arm instead of saying something.  She recognizes him as well, and tells him that she is sorry about the passing of his sister.  Two other passengers are behind her, and tell him the same thing.
     On the bus home from the train station, a passenger asks the driver how long it will be before we will leave.  The passenger says he has to pee.  He comes back on and sits next to me, asking me to read a phone number somewhere on a jury duty notice which he has.  I ask him where the number is on the form.  He replies, "That's okay, I will read it with my reading glasses."  I expect him to put them on.  Instead, he says, "I have them at home."  He says to me, "You've never been called for jury duty, have you?"  I reply that I have, more than once.  He claims that he was a jury foreman.  A guy sticks his head in the door and asks for a transfer.  He says with a heavy accent that he's from "out of town."  The jury duty guy says to no one in particular, "He's authentic.  You can tell when they're not."
     The next morning I'm up early the next morning for work.  I'm flipping through the channels before I leave.  CSPAN has an interview with someone named conservative black chick, with file footage of her arguing with Al Sharpton.  On the Comedy Channel, Chris Rock was doing a stand-up routine about national pundits "always trying to make us scared.  I'm from Brooklyn; I don't care about Al Qeida.  Motherfuck Al Qeida.  I'm concerned about Al Cracker."  When I get up the street, I step into the deathburger.  There's a customer inside, asking the difference between the old and the new breakfast burritos. On Sunday, I'm picking up a Christmas gift from the drug store.  The drunk who comes in is known by the employees, and treated as a friend.  He's in and out.  One of the employees tells me that, when the store opened some five years ago, he was their "first drunk".  After a year or two, he got a job, and since then he doesn't come by so often.  The next drunk to come in after the first one leaves is one Mr. Richard Spotted Bird.  I believe that he considers himself sociable.  He is in fact obnoxious.  "Hey, brother!..."  He stands in front of the cashier as if he had fallen asleep.  She asks the manager to tell him to go kick rocks.  The manager complies, and Mr. Bird quickly walks out
     It's a little after 7 PM, the middle of the week.  I waiting for a bus home on a suburban stretch of East Denver called Smoky Hill Road.  Sports bars and condominium apartments.  The sun is down.  From behind the bus shelter appear a male in a two piece suit and tie, and a female in a dress.  The male is holding in his hand a copy of The Watchtower magazine, which I have already read.  Nothing unusual so far.  Except this; both of them appear to be in grade school.  An hour later, I am at a train station, waiting for a connecting bus home.   Four young adults in hip hop gear and a grey-haired guy approach the ticket kiosk.  The older guy is staring at the screen as I hear them speaking Spanish.  It's as if the walked off a TV program on Telefutura.  Then, another grade school-aged kid appears in front of me.  Why the hell are these kids not home watching TV?  The kid is holding the biggest bar of chocolate which I have ever seen.  He's selling it for some kind of cause or school group which I can't make out.  When my bus arrives, I get on board with the unwashed.  Right before we depart, a white guy gets on.  He's in a light jacket with goddamned fucking reindeer all over it.  From the Martha Stewart collection perhaps?

     ...Americans have had to think of themselves as a people with a mission, although without a clear formula for performing it.  ...the American image as it appealed to Clay and Watson, for example, seems scarcely adequate to cope with exigencies in the present.  To a people whose independence was based on generalizations as wide as ours and whose founders declared "a new order of the ages," this is disconcerting.  - Martin
     ...from the small and dusty office...of Denver Urban Ministry and o the tables of the catholic Worker Soup Kitchen.  We created a mechanism to work together for...access to places to put our things, public safety for the homeless and a place to rest.  ...the Denver VOICE stood for meaning, an anchor, a place, a sense of the pulse of us as people.  ...from the survival guides we put in the paper...  ...a link between a people who had lost everything.  ...glimpses into the torn, fragile and brutal world of a person...dying in misery and squalor...  We may have been a burden to the establishment.  - Denver VOICE, 12/2012

THE DENVER POST  12/10/2012
     Two University of Colorado at Boulder students are facing multiple felony charges after they allegedly fed marijuana laced brownies to their...class. The professor...was taken to a hospital...  ...a student...was in the hospital after having a panic attack.  The brownies were brought as part of a "bring food to class" day.  Police said the brownies...were the only items brought to class.  The campus will not ban food from classrooms...  Police said they had never experienced a case like this before.
     Macerich Co. ...isn't usually in the business of hosting religious processions in its mall parking lots.  ...hundreds of shoppers turned out from the heavily Hispanic community...  "It's a bunch of guys trying to build for a (white) world that's no longer growing."  ...using bilingual staff, sending out direct mail in both English and Spanish and hosting events like Mexican Independence Day.  Not just dim sum and chimichangas  "We're in the build-it-to-improve-it-because-they're-already-here mentality."  Because Latino families tend to be larger, developers broaden the corridors and make common areas bigger;...such families tend to be younger...  No such thing as a Chinese tie  "...there's really no such thing as a Chinese necktie..."

     Dr. Adulbert Huclak...wrote, "The state is not merely a state in the secular sense of the word.  It's doctrine is not an autonomous doctrine and its secularism is not merely a liberation from, but at the same time a turning toward, the great idols of our century."  - Hutten
     Federal Boulevard is one of the most interesting stretches of pavement in the entire United States.  ..you can drive past looming Victorian mansions, the playground of the Denver broncos, llanteros selling retread tires, Vietnamese seafood markets, strip clubs, and seemingly more medical marijuana outlets than traffic lights without ever hitting your turn signal.  ...a seemingly endless construction zone of shifting lanes, cruising lowriders, school buses and delivery trucks.  Why do so many people on this street - male and female - wear pajama pants in public?  And what's the deal with those Buchanan Scotch whisky Spanish-language billboards, anyway?  - Westword, 12/20-26/2012
     ...the Commonwealth.  As a halfway house between independence and tutelage...it was first a projected federation, then a free association...expected to act together, even going to war as one, the merely a consultative group and, lately, a tenuous link with the "colored races."  - Martin

     The medical marijuana place across the street from where I live is now a shoe store.  On a morning at ten minutes after five, four transient-looking guys show up at the door to the deathburger, ten minutes after they are supposed to be open.  Someone opens the door for them.  Without ordering anything, they go in and sit down.  The door locks behind them.  A day or two later I am downtown after work, to grab next month's bus pass.  On the pedestrian mall shuttle are a couple of guys talking about their prison time.  "I'm 45 years old," one says to the other.  "The last seven years of my life I've spent in and out of prison."
     ...the cardinal was said to have had a secret meeting with the Archduke Otto...  They allegedly agreed that after World War III...a federated kingdom of central Europe...should be set up.  ...the cardinal had been starved in prison for 24 days...with tablets and injections...and was condemned to life imprisonment...and loss of civil rights.  Others...did not agree with the political methods which the Catholic Church was using in her fight against Communism.  ...the church should not consider the battle between East and West as a battle between evil and good men...  - Hutten
     The week before Christmas, I've seen a familiar white van slow to a stop in front of the gas station across the street from where I live.  All week, I've watched it drop a single passenger, who then ambles into the gas station.  On Saturday, he was dropped off by an SUV.  On the bottom corner of one of the front windows of the gas station is a 'no soliciting' sign, a couple of yards from where a handful of panhandlers make their careers.  It's above a sign at least twice as large warning about products in the station which contain artificial sweetner.  I don't remember seeing these signs before during the five years during which I have been passing these windows.
     The train home is full of hollow-eyed people.  They have long, sagging, worn out faces.  A woman with a hacking laugh.  Before the train comes an imbecile on the train platform is wandering in circles.  He picks up a crumpled kleenex and carries it in one hand.  In his other are his keys.  There's a middle-aged guy with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.  He's holding a small dog on a leash.   When the train gets a few stops ahead, I get off with the imbecile.  He walks away, picking up every piece of trash he sees on the ground.
     It's Christmas Eve.  Early.  3:30 AM.  After my ride dropped me off at an intersection, it is as a result a much shorter walk to the train station.  I'm headed down the sidewalk.  Halfway to the next light is a guy standing silently, having a smoke.  He's in plain sight, but I don't see him until I am upon him.  He's in work boots and insulated bib overalls on an early morning of 32 degrees F.  Over his head and upper body is a blanket.  As I pass by him, he's on his way.
     The day after Christmas, I have ten minutes before I head out to work.  It's 2:30 AM.  I turn on the TV.  The channel which is on has what appears to be something like a very old episode of COPS, but somehow it seems to be something else.  The police are called to a barber shop, where a break-in has been reported.  For a full minute, two officers are inside taking cover.  Outside the front door are kids standing around, staring at the camera.  Outside the back door is the shop owner, yelling "Shoot him!" over and over.  Then a completely nude man bursts through the back door, and is tackled.
     The next day, after work, I stop into a deli to grab some potato salad.  I'm sitting next to an investor who purchases houses for cash.  He's looking at a laptop while he is on the phone with someone, asking them if they have spoken "to the real estate agent?  Get them involved.  Then maybe do your little pitch.  Are there any telephone poles?  (for flyers)  Our marketing plan is for 60% direct marketing.  What about Craigslist?  Some towns have "for rent" newspapers.  I'd like to do two or three-line classifieds.  Find out how much they are.  They should be $15 to $20.
     The following day after work, I am downtown at my bank.  I head over to the stop for my bus home.  A sign is posted, letting everyone know that today, this stop is closed and a new one is now open just down the street.  I don't yet know if today is the date on the sign.  I attempt to buttonhole someone.  Only the third person will acknowledge me.  I realize why.  I have on a long winter jacket, hat, hood, have a beard and a large duffel bag, and I am standing next to someone asleep on a bench at a closed bus stop who can be smelled from several feet away.  I also appear homeless.
     It's after work on a Saturday afternoon.  I am waiting for a bus in my neighborhood for the short ride down the street.  On one corner is a woman flying a sign which says something about needing "money for booze."  On an opposite corner is a guy with his own sign, becoming agitated, and gesturing with his cane and pointing at cars.  He sticks his sign up to a passenger window and says, "Come on!  Two dollars!"  The next day, I am at a deatyburger, when a drunk comes running in.  "Can you open the men's room?"  "There's someone in there."  "Can you open the men's room?"  "There's someone in there."  "How about the ladies room?"  "No."  He goes in there anyway.  When he comes out, he wants free coffee.  He may or may not be from a trailer park, next to my supermarket, just down the street.  At the checkout is a woman telling the cashier that her husband wants her to get him all the tabloid newspapers.  She tries to tell him that the stories are all the same in every tabloid.
     Sunday, I have lunch downtown with the mom and sister.  I catch a bus home on a day when the city's football is playing a home game.  On the bus is a big guy on his phone.  He sounds like a burnout.  As we go past the stadium, he starts yelling about an old quarterback who has "four Superbowl rings!"  He's trying to tell a kid sitting across from him about his trivia knowledge.  The kid isn't interested.  The kid's girlfriend is laughing at the guy.  Another guy, who also sounds as though he may be a burnout, mentions the Pittsburgh Steelers during the 1970's.  We pull into a transfer station right next to the stadium.  The station is scheduled to close in April, after the lightrail station opens next door.  I get off and get in line to board a connecting bus.  The second burnout is behind me.  He says out loud that he hopes our team will "kick some asssss."  He gets on for a minute before he gets off again.  We leave as soon as he does.
     It's the end of a week plus one day, of working an earlier than usual shift.  I didn't plan on coming downtown after work.  The train took me there long before I got to a stop for a bus home.  I'm sitting at the front window of a bagel place, on a bleak New Year's Eve afternoon.  The sun is peeking through a veiled sky spitting snow.  A guy shuffles by wrapped in a blanket.  I give my name for my order.  After I am called, I get up to get it, and an employee at a table asks me by name if I want to sit there.  Outside, a guy with a shopping bag is pumping his fist, a derelict has a limp, four guys walking together all have sunglasses on.  They are the only pedestrians I notice with sunglasses.  It's the last afternoon of a year of, yet again, multiple massacres motivated by mental illness capping what one could make a case was a mental illness-induced election contest.
     ...a plan of transforming a once dangerous abandoned trailer park and bar...into the City's newest and first park in 30 years in West Denver.  The theme of the new park will honor the diversity and rich cultures of Westwood/Barnum through the medicine wheel...  iViva District 3!, Winter 2012
     "...we do not exist as separate selves..."  A Mindful Nation, by Ohio Congressman Tim Ryan...  "Mindfulness...can...enhance our emotional intelligence and our ability to act with clarity and wisdom...  A peaceful revolution is being led by ordinary citizens across our nation,"...  ...The Shift Network...empowers a global movement of...creating an evolutionary shift in consciousness...  Thousands of individuals are now working in collective hubs across the United States...for the Planetary Birth Day celebration.  - Natural Awakenings, 12/2012
     Make sure to seek out our cultural experiences while you're here too - whether art, history, music, theater or one of our wacky local traditions...  ...scenic tours as well as "an old-fashioned dinner experience" featuring a homemade meal in addition to the sleigh ride.  The vaulted-ceiling lobby features...a giant stone fireplace, bedecked with an antlered moose head.  Decorations evoke Colorado lifestyle.  ...most opt for a Colorado flair for utilizing old ski photos, Western art and so forth.  ...it's not necessary to leave the resort at all - with its...arcade-style activity center, private heaters, fitness center, private theatres, fitness center, full service salon and even a spa with a cave-like grotto and indoor waterfall.  Very much the fun and fearless counterpart to its straight-laced sibling, Vail...  In a town with a calendar packed...Ullr Fest...has the unique effect of drawing together a town of visitors, second homeowners...  - Explore Summit, Winter 2013

Saturday, November 3, 2012

November 2012









     On the ground, at the bus top outside of work, is someone's mailer which they tossed.  It has a picture of a young woman with her head in her hands.  It mentions something about Obama ruining the economy.  I catch the bus to the train station, where yellow papers are blowing around.  I turn one over.  It's advertising for workers to help Obama get re-elected.
     The next afternoon, I am on the way home from work, and stopping downtown at the bank.  We stop at a corner, where paintings are being sold out of a car.  The saints in my neighborhood:  Zapata, Ernesto Che, The Virgin of Guadalupe, and Al Pacino as Scarface.  Up the street, a couple of middle-aged guys got on.  They are talking about not being able to find a job without a licence, going back to prison, and seeing old friends once they get out.  "He took my beer, slammed that.  I said, 'Damn, that was my beer.'  He said, 'You know how it is.'  He wants to come over and party.  I told him that it ain't like the old days.  I got an old lady now.  He's like, 'That's fucked up.'"  The driver tells the guys to watch their language.  She had also told a passenger getting off at the transfer station to throw her trash into the trash can.  One of the guys notices the woman next to him has a hard hat.  He asks her about getting a job.  The following morning is another Saturday.  At the gas station, next to the stop next to where I catch a bus for a short ride up the street, someone is taking a long look in a trash can next to the front door.

     Michael Novak saw the "new ethnic politics as a direct challenge to the WASP conception of America.  It asserts that "groups" can structure the rules and goals and procedures of American life.   It asserts that individuals...do not have to "melt."  In her speech at...Monsignor Geno...Baroni's conference, Mikulski capsulized her view of America, "America is not a melting pot," she said...  "It is a sizzling cauldron...  Government is polarizing people by the creation of myths.  ...groups end up fighting each other for...jobs and competing for new schools and recreations centers...for tokens..."  Novak writes that "the tactic of demonstration is inherently WASP and inherently offensive to ethnic peoples."  Tim Sampson...said"...you had in the neighborhood an infrastructure...churches, ethnic organizations," long time residents.  "That's infinitely weaker now.  ...if our task is to create the infrastructure of the damn society...that's a hell of a problem."
      Tom Hayden said, "It's the first time the right wing has been able to move from social...to economic issues and start to channel...low-...and middle-income people  into a campaign."  The collapse of the center is producing a view of obsolete social welfare.  By the time of Watergate...New Right theorists and publicists...had decided the Republican Party was probably dying.  They thought of a new coalition, some considering leaving the party behind when Ronald Reagan resolutely insisted on keeping his challenge strictly within the framework of the Republican Party...  There was discussion of forming a two-party coalition of conservatives to seize control of the House of Representatives.  As for the re-election of moderate Republicans, in hopes of achieving a congressional majority within the GOP.  "I really think they're smoking something when they believe that," Weyrich remarked of such GOP leaders.  - Broder
     Two glass coffins were placed in the center of the nave.  "This is supposed to be a saint..."  A special exhibition entitled "The Church is an Organization for the Exportation of the People" showed that baptisms, funerals, religious processions, and...ringing of the bells were used to fill the coffers of the church.  On a red flag which was hanging on a wall were inscribed the words, "Against God, Liquor, and Illiteracy."  ...the central Anti-Religious Museum in the former Monastery of the Passion in Moscow showed...the raping of minors by clergymen.  ..."Beshoshnk" (1935, No. 12) wrote: "...the Priest Koralev came to the Third Fish Smoking Plant of Lenningrad...  He did not wear his priestly garb, nor did he have long hair.  ...sufficient proof by the directorate of the factory to accept him as a member of the workers' association.  No one seemed to think to ask the stranger for his workers' documentation.  Soon the priest was issued ration cards...  When he ...had not been unmasked, he began to propagate his religious views...  Some...were persuaded to take his place at the workbench...when he went to church...  We ask, Where was the watchfulness of the working class of the Third Fish Smoking Plant?"  - Iron Curtain Christians, by Kurt Hutten, 1962
     As we enter the Eighties...the Catholic Church has gone...from being..."part of the colonial system" to being a part of the political self-realization of the Hispanic community.  "...if you were a young executive, they told you; 'We need you to be a part of community life here.  This is part of your job.'"  - Broder
     Our world is characterized by greed and selfishness.  In such an environment, some people find it difficult to be different.-Exodus 23:2  Satan.a rebellious spirit creature is "misleading the entire inhabited earth."  (Revelation 12:9)  He thrives on manipulating humans.  He may craftily manipulate a person's natural desire for material comfort and financial well-being...  Does that mean that we are mere puppets in Satan's hands...?  - The Watchtower, 10/1/12

     It's the Sunday before Thanksgiving.  I'm waiting for a bus home from just up the street.  A young guy comes strolling up.  He has teardrop shades and a Megadeath T-shirt.  I haven't heard from Megadeath in a couple of decades.  The stop is right in front of a big Vietnamese restaurant.  He turns to me and sez: "Goddamn, that smells good."  A drunk I recognize follows him over, and they appear to know each other.  The following day, at the same stop, I am waiting for the same bus with a girl who was on the previous bus with me.  She has a small dog in her black and white tiger-print purse.  She was asking the passengers if anyone had a phone which she could use.  She now has her thumb out for the indifferent traffic.  One heel is in the street, now another.  Someone in a passing car yells at her, "Suck my duck."  When we get on our connecting bus, she asks those passengers is anyone has a cell phone...

     The home has two main media rooms.  There are seven patios on various levels of the home.  In the master bedroom, the 55-inch TV resides in a custom cabinet with a motorized lift, so it can disappear completely...and the 13-foot tall windows are covered by a motorized drapery system controllable by the room's ever-present iPad.  Fireplaces throughout the home can be controlled by iPad apps, as can the water feature in the back yard.  ...a setup in which they could enjoy multiple games simultaneously.  "We mounted thre 42-inch and two 60-inch HDTVs, plus a projector with a 110-inch drop-down screen.  The system has the ability to matrix out five different feeds simultaneously...  The couple has five different  feeds simultaneously...five different DirecTV boxes...  - ListenUp High Definition Sight & Sound

     The Sunday after Thanksgiving, I am in Walgreens.  A girl behind the front counter is talking to a customer, introducing a guy twice her size as her brother.  She tells the customer that, eleven girls jumped her, and her brother kicked their ass.  It's five days later.  I'm out and about on my day off, to the drug store, to the bank, to the post office.  Walking to the bus stop, I am passed by a guy in his sixties in a Winter Olympics scarf.  He asks me matter of factly if I "have any spare change or extra food?"  Food is what one may expect to be an immediate concern if homeless.  It's just that, this is the first time I've had a request for food of any kind.

     ...fascism...considered the creation of Protestant "subjectivism"...  The Russian Orthodox Church became an important factor in the Pan-Slavic movement and in Communist world propaganda.  In July 1, 1949, the Vatican published a decree against Communism.  The Holy Office had decided that Catholics who had...published Communist literature, or made contributions  for these purposes, or had spread and read them, would no longer be admitted to the sacraments.  - Hutten
      "We're all in this together.  I mean, it's the exact same profession.  All trying to seek beauty, truth, and justice...to save the free world from Communism...and make these United States a social paradise..."  - Broder

     After work I am at the train station.  I see a long, neat line of people, perfectly organized and standing in front of a train ticket kiosk.  One by one, they are each staring at it as if they have no idea what to do with it.  This is why the line is so long.  These are not the 9 to 5 riders who are here day in and day out.  These are the ones who never ride the train, except for occasions such as tonight, when there is a Christmas parade downtown.  Their slow progress ensure that there will be room for myself on the next train home.  On the train is a guy who says, "My brother drives a bus.  They can pull you off the bus for a drug test at any time."  At the station where I get off is a similar line in front of the ticket kiosk.  People you would never otherwise see at a train station, except on Fridays to go downtown for dinner and drinks.  On the bus home from the station is a grey-haired woman.  She is speaking to someone on her phone, telling them about problems with her cable service, when she says, "I'm goin' gay.  I'm fuckin' serious.  I'm serious.  I'm serious.  I'm lookin' for someone to fuckin' love me for who I am.  I love you baby."
    

Monday, October 1, 2012

October 2012















        It's my day off.  I'm at a bus stop across the street from where I live, waiting for a bus just up the street to grab a bite and get some film developed.  Sitting on the bench is a normal looking young woman.  From across the street, hobbling through noon traffic on a weekday, is a local drunk.  He sits down next to the woman and begins talking to her.  The two obviously know each other.  He saying something to her about returning home, I only vaguely am able to make out his hoarse monotone.  She appears to become emotional.  When the bus shows up, I get on and hear commotion at the front as I am taking my seat.  The driver hits the brakes and puts the bus into park as I fall into the cushion.  The drunk has come on to grab a plastic trash bag from a bunch next to the driver, saying, "'Scuse me 'scuse me..."  The driver gets out and points his finger an inch from the drunk's face, telling him, "That's the second time you've done that today.  You do that again, and I'm gonna kick your ass."  The drunk shrugs with his mouth open.  With that, the driver takes his seat and we are on our way.  I can't tell if the drunk took an empty bag for his crap, or grabbed a bag with trash in it.  He pulls out a brochure announcing proposed schedule changes for this coming January, offers it to the girl, and smiles at her.  Did he engage in some theatre to try and cheer her up?  She looks at him with distrust.
     A couple of days later I am walking up the street to catch an even earlier bus than usual.  At 4 a.m., a teenaged guy is walking across the street.  It's the first morning this Autumn in the 30s.  He has his coat open and halfway off.  As we pass each other, we both stare at the other one.  The next morning at 5 a.m., I am at a train station with a guy who sounds as though he is singing drunk.  We get on the train and fly through the first snow of the season.  He's sitting on a seat before he changes seats.  He's in constant motion.  He's going through his pack for several minutes.  He looks up several times with a puzzled expression on his face.  He's endlessly moving his head back and forth.  Then his expression is pained.  He takes something out of his back pocket, puts it in his pack.  His upper body over several minutes is one constant non-stop series of movements back and forth and all over.  Most of it is digging in his pack.  He makes a happy face and swings his head back and forth.  Someone he appears to know gets on and sits across from him.  He begins monkeying with a wire (I-pod?).  He stands up, moves his pack around his waist, moves it again, moves it a third time.  He crosses his legs as he talks to his friend, making gestures with his hands and smiling.
     The next morning is another Saturday, and a different pre-dawn train.  In front of me is a sleeping guy with sunglasses.  It's spitting snow, and will be all day, never getting bright enough for shades.  Next to me is a middle-aged guy in a hoodie with an American flag patch on the right shoulder.  Behind me is a man with a black handlebar moustache and a cane.

     At one time, a city's cultural identity was tied mostly to what...(symphonies, opera, ballet companies, theater companies) did, and they mostly performed the canonical works of Western Europe and North America.  We tend to...easily curate for ourselves through technology based on our own idiosyncratic tastes.  - Westword Fall Arts Guide (2012)
     ...drives a Lexus, is married to an attorney, has two children attending private schools that require uniforms, wears high-end designer suits and custom shirts, attends charity dinners for the arts, travels frequently...is an avid cyclist, invests in an art gallery, has a personal trainer, has had cosmetic surgery, uses a Nordstrom personal shopper for clothes, and has Frette linens for the home.  - American Drycleaner, 9/2012
     Most Denver residents might be taken aback at the thought of opening an establishment where occasionally it can be a bit like Sesame Street, with the occasional strange character strolling by...
     Almost all end-time predictions have...a way to be saved.  Those who have consciously prepared...will survive and even prosper.  They will be able to adapt, accept and move beyond the trials and tribulations of the purification.  Working on self-purification now...to position ourselves to flow beyond the hard times.  This year's prophesies are planetary, not nationalistic.  The end of time is a cross-cultural myth...  - Out Front Colorado, 9/19/12
     "We're going to be at the epicenter," he says, "We believed in the city of Denver enough to mortgage ourselves fully...and we're still here, and that bet is still paying off."
     "...that's why it's such a true, fabulous urban space, recognized nationally as the best in the country.  If you just stand out there and take it all in, it's really marvelous.."
     ...Mayor Michael Hancock...telling Westword that some of the people who formerly slept on Denver's streets and sidewalks have returned to their  homes and families as a result.  Lucy...has opted instead to move further from the public eye...  "I mean, I'm certainly not shopping."  - Westword, 10/4-10/2012

     It's another Monday.  I'm out the door and across the street to the bus stop.  A few yards from there, in front of the gas station, standing in the dark are a couple of women.  A white van pulls up and drops off a guy, who they appear to know.  One asks him if he has a lighter.  The next morning, I leave the house a bit late, and catch a slightly later bus up the street.  Many of us get off and cross the boulevard to the stop for the crosstown bus.  This early, there is hardly any traffic.  We approach the stop through the middle of the street, all of us walking in a line, a kind of human wave assault.  Most of us are in black hoodies.  On the bus, right above the windows are public service advertisements on thin cardboard.  One of them falls onto the floor.  From the bus to the train, where I get off the train, there is a guy on each side of the platform.  One is headed northbound, one southbound.  Both are wearing knit jackets of man-made fiber.  Both are holding travel mugs at their waists.  The morning after, I am at the same bus stop across the street from where I live.  At 5 am, it's 41 degrees F.  A young guy goes running past the stop, into the gas station before coming out to catch the bus.  I never see anyone run anywhere in this neighborhood.  He's wearing a T-shirt which reads, "got milk?".  On the bus, I hear a middle-aged guy speak to the young guy in what I think is Spanish.  The kid mentions something "tripping me out."  When we get off, the kid runs across the street to the crosstown stop with his plastic grocery bag from the gas station.  I stand across the street from the deathburger to watch employees walk up to the locked door, and have to knock on the window to get someone to let them in.  I watch this for fifteen minutes after they are supposed to be open, until I have to catch the bus crosstown.

     ...the next ones in a leadership succession...  They saw the premature close of what their parents had called "the American century"...  They have embraced a good many heroes, and discarded most of them.  "...people can't have an anti-government mood for a prolonged period of time.  The government is the servant of the people, and there should be some measure of goodwill..."  ...his answer, I'm afraid, came unintentionally close to parodying Doonesbury's parody of Governor Brown...  "Thinking for the year 2000.  Where does America fit in?  ...the planet is filling up with people and technology...  I think people want leaders to discuss the big picture..." he said, the words tumbling out at an accelerating pace, "How do we maximize quality of life...consistent with...other people in other lands?"  We were mow far removed from...worries about...social programs...  "...if the person is right for the historical period ahead, the people will listen."
     "In the Sixties and early Seventies, many..." former senator W. Scranton said, developed "a tendency to love diffusion.  The idea was that if I'm different from anybody else, therefore I'm good...  They got terribly turned off...  But now I think they're digging back in...rather than being revolutionary from the outside."  His son, W. W. Scranton III, said "In my father's...and my grandfather's generation...any kind of personal concern they were always uncomfortable with.  I think this generation saw that the world couldn't be fixed that way."  President Carter remained aloof from the fervor...over the Vietnam war...  The alterations in the sexual and social relations...the structure of the family, the church and community.  ...Carter evoked the traditional values of a disappearing America.  He was welcomed by many as a...churchgoing...businessman, with a devoted...wife, linked by history and the networks of an extended family to his land, his community, his nation and his God.  - Changing of the Guard, David S. Broder, 1980

     It's Friday morning, 5 am at the train station.  A middle aged couple is waiting for a westbound bus.  The guy has on his yellow and black Steelers coat, and he has a yellow and black pack.  I hear what I think is the sound of a soda can being crushed.  This is exactly what he is doing, crushing cans against the ground, and putting them in a clear Ziplock bag.  I get on the train, which stop at a private university.  Standing at a bus gate is a big, young guy in a T-shirt which reads, "MAN UP."  Period.  A bit down the line, a guy gets on.  He's wearing a generic football jersey.  His arms are crossed, as if he is cold.  His red face has the weatherbeaten look of the homeless.

     ...to the emerging leaders is an acute self-awareness...as broad as having grown up in one of the frontiers of American society; the Sun belt...or the kaleidoscope called Suburbia.  ...their destiny in their race or in their gender or in their condition.  ...meant something different in the period of...the 1960s and '70s from what it had in the 1930s or '40s.  ...in this nation...we function as parts of identifiable clusters or networks of peers...bounded by geography, history or common loyalty.  ...those networks of young people, forged there in the 1960s and '70s, will shape our politics, government and society increasingly...until the end of the century...when they, in turn, will give way to those who are barely teenagers today.  In moving from city to suburb a family is...asserting a desire to throw off...political disciplines.  ...choosing a more homogeneous environment, where there are few clashes...  "...the very difficult transition of Fresno becoming a major American city.  ...as I go and talk to high-school groups and college groups, I sense a very negative attitude about government, and I think that becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy."  - Broder

     I step off the bus at the train station.  There in the lamp lights, I can see, spanning most of the distance from the back door to the front one is an advertisement.  There are photos of a woman running through tall mountain grass.  She's in shorts and a pink windbreaker.  A guy is on a mountain bike.  Young women are in a yoga class.  Another guy is in snowshoes on a snowy trail.  At the end is a girl on a swing.  It reads, "New homes from the high $200s to over $1 million.  Green Living + Economical Living."  I step off the train at another train station.  A bus pulls into the station.  On this one, on the opposite side, is a message the size of one on my bus.  This one reads, "Move out of your mom's basement.  Riders save $10,000 a year."  In 20 years, this guy will have enough to begin living green.

     As a 10-year board member of Visit Denver, I'm very aware of the competitive nature of tourism...  ...we have to constantly invest millions...to create and preserve positive images.  ...Colorado's venerated reputation may be soon overshadowed by the marijuana industry.  Remember, this is NOT your father's 1960s marijuana...  - Washington Park Profile, 10/2010
     ...Centennial Statehouse, received the Jury Award for Best Documentary Shrot Film at the TriMedia Film Festival earlier this month.  ...has been screening across the state of Colorado all summer (I never heard of it) telling the story behind one of the great architectural treasures of the American West.
Rosa Linda's Bombarded by Hate Mail  Rosa Linda's Mexican Cafe would like to apologize to every one we may have offended concerning Mitt Romney, and the article in Westword.  We did not refuse him service recently.  That is false.  - Denver News, 10/10 - 11/10/2012

     It's my day off, and I'm on my way home from the bank.  I needed to go there before I figured out  that I actually didn't have $150 less in my account than I thought I did.  On the bus home, a kid got on behind me who didn't have fare.  Starving, he says, on his way to a job interview.  In a seat, watching him and smiling in sympathy, is a young woman in a tube top under her coat.  Her young daughter is next to her.  I hear the young mom on her phone.  It sounds as though she's speaking to her mom.  She's talking about...the girl's father?  She saying that "he wont be in forever..."  ...(jail, that is?  or worse?)  After speaking some Spanish, she them mentions something about a psychic.
      It's a cold pre-dawn Saturday.  I'm coming from the deathburger, toward the bus stop.  Before I cross a side street, I can see a car coming.  It sounds as if it has a flat tire, as if the tire may be dangling.  I hear a rattling.  A small hatchback turns the corner.  Its right front tire is completely missing.  I watch it driving on a bare rim as, having come from as far as I can see down the street, It continues on as far as I can see down the boulevard.

     ...White House...occupants were not that emotionally involved...in particular causes.  Most of them were not marching in...protests of the Sixties...  Bert Carp said the salaries offered by private business...mean that "most people like me are going to be lost to government by the time we reach age forty."  - Broder

     It's a couple of days before Halloween.  I have a long walk to the train station.  I am thinking about the lives of the people I see on the streets of my own neighborhood.  So often they appear so unconcerned about anything, solely aware of their own confined existence.  A couple of Sundays ago, I was on the bus to the grocery store.  A young guy was describing the neon beer signs he got for his home windows to a derelict guy.  The derelict guy, because he "has three kids," has no choice but to "hustle all the time."  It's a striking reason, making street hustling appear as a kind of prison rather than some kind of lifestyle statement.  I heard an author on CSPAN describe the economy of the 1980s as a time when a credit bubble, together with moms entering the workplace, both defeated inflation.  I live in a place where the street people have been transported from the 1970s.
     On my way home, I stepped off a bus at the train station.  Lurking at the elevator was a guy in a golf shirt and slacks, and his son by the hand.  In a voice like a whisper, he asks me for a dollar.
     Halloween 2012.  A quarter to 8 PM.  At the train station, waiting for the bus home.  There are a couple of random passengers dressed as "costumed characters", as the sci-fi con puts it.  When I step off the train, a guy dressed as a witch, with a shovel handle, is looking around the train to the other side.  "Hey Brandi, did you get on the train?"  Three drunks wander by, sharing a cigarette.  I recognize a short, middle-aged and weatherbeaten guy who has a hat too small for his head.  A couple of guys in the parking lot are tossing a football back and forth.  The local football team is on top of the western division of the league.  To the east, a harvest moon is rising.

Monday, September 3, 2012

September 2012












     It was the perfect backdrop for telling Denver's story: how downtown had added 15,000 housing units, how the city had banded together to fight chronic homelessness...  From an economic standpoint, people saw...that we're a much more...happening city.  The city never needed the secret holding cells it had created in north Denver...  John Hickenlooper...  Tapped last week by CNN as one of the rising politicians who could be "the next Obama,"...  - Westword, 8/30-9/5, 2012
      A white guy walks into a movie theatre...massacres a bunch of his own people...  ..."White on White Crime."  You ever heard that term?  Neither have I...  Notice, when a black youth shoots up a jazz festival, his entire community takes the blame...  Social scientists draw connections between gangsta Rap, single mothers, and crack sales..  Elected officials talk about getting "tough on crime" and uprooting gang violence.  ...and soon everyone is talking about the resurgence of "black on black crime!"  - Denver Urban Spectrum, 9/2012
     I'm at the bus stop on Labor Day, a stop between where Obama stepped out into a football stadium four years ago and where he visited a neighborhood high school a year ago.  Am I living in his neighborhood?  I'm just gong up the street to pick up some photos and some diet green tea.   At the stop with me is a guy in a Denver Broncos football jersey.  I see so many people in Broncos gear around here panhandling that I wonder if the Broncos donate some of their merchandise.  This weekend, downtown is usually a mess of a mass of people.  I heard on the local news that a couple of people on the pedestrian mall got into a frickin' knife fight.  But here's evidence of why we are a "world class" city.  Speaking of that stadium, Saturday or Sunday of Labor Day weekend is a college football game between the University of Colorado and Colorado State Universiy.  Going on for the duration of the weekend is 1) an annual sale at a downtown sporting goods outlet, which customers begin lining up for as much as ten days before.  The city attorneys' services were requested to find a way around this "world class' city's brand spanking new overnight camping ban.  What to do, what to do.  Nothing this happening city can't handle.  Now move along, nothing to see here.  2) There's is also the annual downtown Taste of Colorado festival, which among Denver's outdoor summer festivals has somehow become its most popular, and takes place in the same park where the homeless have slept overnight, between the capitol and the state house.  At the other end of downtown, there may be a music festival, possibly in yet another sporting goods outlet parking lot, I can't keep track of these things.  The confluence of visitors to these events creates...a knife fight I guess.  The guy in the jersey at my stop wants to know if downtown is a mess.  I tell him only if his bus has been detoured around the festival.  He says that he has to catch a bus downtown tomorrow.  That's interesting.  Tomorrow, everything will be back to normal.  Why is he worried about this today?  When the bus shows up, he asks the driver if she is going downtown.  Not today. but he can transfer to get there.  He asks about another route which goes downtown during the week.  But on Sundays and holidays, it doesn't even come to this stop.  So what is this guy doing here, or at any stop, today?
     Train station.  Waiting on a train in the dark.  Staring at the back of an empty warehouse across the tracks in the short distance.  It must be the Home Depot.  A big garage door is open.  Light spills out from inside.  I can see big orange metal shelving inside.  A forklift drives inside, and I watch as the door slowly closes with automatic definiteness.  Thursday, 5:30 AM.  I've never seen anyone ride a motorcycle in a cowboy hat until just now.  On the train, I'm looking out my window at a parked cargo hauling train which we are passing.  The scene is pitch black, except what appears in a flash through the spaces between cars.  A slowly shifting perspective of individual streetlights.  Superimposed on this is the reflection coming through the opposite window of a different pattern of lights.

     Denver has continued to really blow up this year.  Breakfast joints seem to be all the rage.  ...a little bit of national recognition as a serious food town...  I'm sick of hearing people say that Denver lacks great restaurants.  ...the day, my mood, where I am and how much time I have - all that.  I love having two great new breakfast spots in my neighborhood , neither overrun with hipsters or douches.  And we're seeing cool things like old motor homes being lifted onto the rooftop patio...which has a great view in the city.  ...you can go around the corner to the absolute worst strip club in Denver, Dandy Dan's...  - Westword Dish, 9/12

     Maybe Dandy Dan's is the worst.  I don't know.  I haven't been in a strip club since I was 21 or 22.  A place in Tulsa I think, called the Stables Lounge.  The funny thing about that was, it was 1987, and what was being called the Iran-Contra scandal at the time was the subject of good old fashioned televised congressional hearings.  Inside, at one of the tables, was a guy who appeared to look suspiciously like former congressional investigative committee guest General Secord.  But I digress.  I catch the bus most mornings just yards away from Dandy Dan's.   This fine late summer morning is my day off, and I am on my way to the gas station across the street.  At his usual post is a panhandler.  A passerby says to him that he saw him forty blocks up the street.  He replies, "I get around."  Later in the day, I come out of a small grocery store nearby.  A guy goes by and says, "How's it goin' man."  He has a tall can in a brown paper bag.  As I am coming up the street toward the same corner, I see a middle aged guy with a cane is being helped across the middle of the boulevard by someone who appears to perhaps be his son.  The guy has on a T-shirt for a local wrestling tournament.
     I'm at the bus stop on another Saturday, for a short ride up the street, and then to a connecting bus to work.  It's 5 AM and before sun up.  On the bench is a woman I haven't seen before.  She wants to know if I have a cigarette.  Up the sidewalk comes shuffling a drunk, someone who the woman on the bench knows.  As he arrives, he says, "Alright, which one of you wants to sell me a cigarette?"   She begins berating someone she refers to as "she" and "they".  "Where's she at?  She has a cigarette.  They're drinking beer.  You've been drinking beer too.  She's after my son."  The drunk asks her if she wants him to "go back up there (and panhandle for money)?"  He begins to softly sing to her to calm her down.  There are three more of us waiting for the bus.  He asks each of us if we have a cigarette, the last one with a "hey bro, hey homie."  None of the three of us smoke. On the connecting bus is a kid in sweats and a hoodie.  He has Eurospecs, a goatee, and is cradling a bottle of Powerade.  We are headed down the drive to the train station.  The kid gets up to ask the driver something, and I hear the driver tell him, "The train station is straight ahead."  At the station, on a ticket kiosk is a flyer for a yard sale for an organization called ADAPT.  It appears to be a disabled organization.  Their logo is a stick figure in a wheelchair with its arms in the air.  Above the figure it reads, "Free Our People."  I grab a train and get off down the track.  On the other side of the platform is a guy with a bike and a hoodie which reads "YALE".  He points at me and yells, "You over there!  Have a good Saturday!  Enjoy!"  It's a quarter to six AM and still dark.  I hear a girl's voice, but when I look toward it, all I see is a sleeping guy on a bench.  I realize that it's coming from the roof of a parking garage.  There are a couple of girls talking to each other.  It's otherwise quiet on this early weekend morning.  I rode the time train down with a regular passenger, a guy with mental issues.  When I get down to the bench under the girls, the mental guy comes strolling up.  He's also talking, but to himself, and punctuating his complaints against vague enemies with "fuck" and "goddamn', and "bullshit".  And he speaks loud enough to hear.  The two girls grow quiet before I hear them leave for other diversions.  Am I having a good Saturday yet?  I get up to toss some dental floss in the trash.  I wonder if he will react.  he gets up and looks in the trash can near him.  When the bus comes, he gets on, and says good morning to the sparse compliment of passengers.  A middle aged guy in sunglasses and headphones in the dark morning.  He says to one guy, "Hey buddy, what's up?"  The guy is asleep.  He sits down and says to the driver, "Turn on the heater for us please sir.  Thank you."
     After work on Saturday, I head over to KFC to get dinner for my mom.  Right outside the window is a guy who appears to be homeless, dressed up as a bike rider and with a mountain bike.  It doesn't appear expensive, but except for a bit of mud it looks brand new.  Everything is shiny, the paint, the brake cables, the chain, the rims.  The tires appear to be right from the store.  The next day I am at a deathburger for breakfast.  A guy comes in with a shoulder bag which has a strap made from an old clear plastic bag.He orders breakfast, sits down, pulls out a book to read.  Just like me.  The following day, I am at the bus stop at the supermarket, waiting for a bus home.  Coming across the middle of the street are a familiar couple.  They are asking those of us few waiting for the bus for spare change.  meanwhile, some guy with a beer can in his hand is digging through the trash.  Later on, I am in a deathburger for lunch.  Some guy is borrowing their cordless phone. He is speaking in a stilted and loud monotone.  "You're my friend.  You're my friend.  Even though we're not together anymore, you're my friend.  And I have a friend in the hospital with serious injury.  Goddamn it.  Fuck.  Hey, want to hear Nickelback?  Fuck it.  You're gonna hear Nickelback, 'cause you're my friend."  Nickelback is coming through the speakers.  I say to the girl behind the counter, "You're my friend."  When he's done, he hands the phone back to the girl at the counter and says, "Thank you kindly." He walks out to the parking lot and asks a question of someone in the driver's seat of a little silver Mazda pickup, before he goes on his way waving one arm in the air.  Sitting next to me is a guy in a white cotton tank top and a name tattooed across the back of his shoulders in Gothic script.

     A new week begins with a quiet early morning.  A moth lands on my knee.  An omen.  After work, I am waiting for the bus with a woman who is telling her friend, "Fuck yeah, it's Temperpedic!  You got a choice between a couch and a Temperpedic.  It's a Temperpedic surface."  A couple of days later, I am called into work on my day off.  I'm at a different stop, later than I usually go to work.  On the corner is a guy in handcuffs.  Standing at a short distance is who I presume is his girlfriend.  I hear him say, "I need to get me to a bonds man.  Baby, why you do this to me?"  The following morning is another later start.  I wait to cross the street next to a blonde in a little car with a ski rack.  She's in Eurospecs and has a Starbucks.  This is perhaps a more optimistic omen.  When I get on the bus, I'm watching a middle-aged woman reading a book titled "Taming Your Gremlin".  Someone in the street is working directing traffic through a construction zone.  I don't see a safety vest on her.  At first, it appeared as though she was flagging down the bus to get on.  It makes it look like a bystander is directing traffic.  The end of the week is the second day of Autumn.  Early in the morning, I get off the train to work.  On the platform I see a big group of what I think are college girls.  As pass by, I see that they are middle-aged women dressed in colorful running gear.  They are no doubt headed downtown to the Rock n Roll marathon.

     ...we can comfortably use the word "Recovery" when describing...the economy.  Being smart and feeling optimistic about the foreseeable future should go hand-in-hand.  Real estate is no longer a bad word...  The results of the Gallop-Healthways index were based on "Future Livability" with their metrics being based on factors including  1.) accessibility of water, 2.) recreation opportunities, 3.) obesity rates, 4.) and smoking habits.   Their "standard of living optimism" saw life getting better, nationally, over the next five years.  Colorado was proudly able to boast the #3 position.  The Vacancy rate in Denver through the second quarter of this year, has visibly dropped (year over year), and are now standing boldly at 2%.  - Denver News, 9/10 - 10/10, 2012
     You will get sick on the streets.  I mean a lung infection that drags on for weeks.  A lung infection that rises from your lungs into your ears and makesWhy don't my boots keep me warm?  You really want to hear a voice call down from Heaven and tell you that everything is going to work out your head feel as if it were sculpted out of concrete.  You go to a doctor who flatly refuses to treat you because you are homeless!  You go to interviews barely able to hear because your ears are blocked with mucus.  You have no money for the bus to get back to the shelter.  It is an eight-mile walk.  You have three hours.  If you don't make it back, you are going to spend the night out in the cold.  You have to find a job or get out in the next two weeks.  You go to a church...to get a bus pass...  ...they want to call the company where I would be interviewing to verify...the interview.  If they call...I definitely don't have the slightest chance in Hell of getting the job.  You start the long six-mile trek up the hill.  Why can't the sun come out?  .  - Denver Voice, 9/2012

     It's another Monday.  I'm on a later bus than usual, working an odd schedule.  Three passengers are all wearing black leather jackets, one a senior citizen.  In a few minutes I will see a forth downtown.  Another passenger, a middle-aged woman, is whispering to herself, looking out the window with a puzzled expression on her face.  She suddenly decides to begin quizzing the surrounding riders, in a voice which sounds as though she would otherwise be imitating someone annoying.  "Are those shoes leather?  Are they comfortable?  Do you have good feet?  You must.  I would never (wear those shoes)."  Someone sits down next to her.  She asks, "What's up with satellite phones?Makes the world more dangerous, don't you think?"  She asks about the city's football team.  More and more people begin answering her questions.  A discussion begins about the team.  She then asks someone if they have a job.  This get a laugh from one of the passengers.  She says that she wishes she had a job.  She wants to be a bus driver, except she admits that she gets lost, and she believes that as a result she would get fired.  I think I hear her ask who the president is.  She mentions a name other than Obama.  Then she quietly says "shit.  They just try to kill poor people."  I change buses by the state capitol.  I see a gaggle of what appear to be middle school-aged boys on a field trip.  They are collected at a corner.  They all have white T-shirts and caps on.  All except for one of two tallest boys.  One of these is wearing a British cap and a different shirt, the cool guy.  The other one is smiling at something his friend is saying.
     On my birthday this year, my sister got me a membership to the Museum of Contemporary Art, Denver.  In the mail today, I have an invitation to one of their gala fundraisers, for the upcoming season's exhibition program.  Tickets begin at $300, with the top table reserved for $50,000 contributors.
     The following Monday, I am on a different route and a later bus than usual.   A woman is telling the driver about losing her kids to Social Services.  This driver is the one who honks at the cars which pass her.  I don't hear her do any honking this morning.  She says that her kids still consider her their mom.  The driver mentions Jesus.  Another pair of women get on, one telling the other about her relationship with her son "falling apart."  I am now listening to two simultaneous and mutually oblivious conversations.  "...broken promises crush kids."  "I'm not in it for negotiation.  Doctors don't know, schools don't know, parents don't know.  First cousins by my side.  Changin' her name.  Givin' her my biological name.  She wants her name changed."  "I'm doing my volunteer work."  "Like a kid in a candy store, you know?"  "I did three abortions.  That shit gets too hard on me."  "Her oldest was tellin' me to get fixed."  (laughter)  "Make a sound choice?"  "That will be special for you then."  "Just pray over it."
     It's 12 hours later, 8:15 PM at the train station.  I am waiting for a connecting bus home.  A car drops off a drunk.  He pauses in the headlights to pose with his liquor bottle, pretending to take a drink.  He's in a plaid shirt which is too long and his jeans appear to be 'slung low'.  He looks as though he is my age.  He's wandering the train platform.  He says to another transit system passenger, "Hi there.  Are you okay?"  He continues to wander in the dark...