With Big Apple on the corner and the Ogden theater two doors up it wasn't hard to become somewhat of a hangout in the late '70s. Nice folks great times!!
I'm glad y'all are having such fun on such a great street. I lived a great life there in the 60s and 70s and still have the scars to prove it, lol!! Really though, it was home and loads of fun and it looks like in a new way it's becoming fun again f…
Worked at Big Apple Tapes and Records before I ran Zipper tapes and records
Favorite place on Colfax
DOM bookstore...sorry, White Spot
My first memory of Colfax
Tripping and driving a stick shift for the first time in rush hour traffic. Had to park in the Safeway lot and walk home to Big Pink.
About Me:
I was on the street there since the sixty's, crashing or living all over the place. Seen some great places go, seventeenth street free school and all, watched some come back, Mamonth Gardens and Pearl street. But I never but never lived at the Antlers!!!!!!
Happy Summer Midsummer's Day Dark Angel. Did you celebrate? I represented fire (!) in a ritual, by vitue of my Aries moon. I practiced my little party piece so much that I was afraid I'd attract lightning and the crib would burn down! I made bread and honey butter with lots of edible flower petals from the garden...and Benne Seed Cookies, and it was lots of fun but I didn't reach Nirvana. Maybe next time. There was a snake crawling up the oak tree by the car port today, just a garter snake, but the lady across the street was lobbying hard for me to kill it. Remember when you saved me from the rattlesnake out at Arabian Mountain!
Ha ha haaaaa! I like your Colfax stories! There's a spot on the discussion forum for true colfax stories, or you could even write on your blog through this site. You'll see a link to that at the top of your profile ... "my blog."
And manys the time when I too walked right by the person holding the puncher.....yeah I remember your telling of that one, remember you and MJ and the guy with the golf club?
So MANY things have happened to me in life that I forget things that other folks would remember with chills of horror for the rest of their lives. Today, when I found this site, I had a sudden flash of a Colfax event when the Gabster was 4 or 5. We had been to that marvelous Art Museum. Although it was cold we stopped at that Dairy Queen across from the Cathedral. You know exactly what I ordered, Shane! Anyways, there were no seats in that DQ, only a bar to stand at. We took our treats over to the garden where the Statue of Mary was--next to Mickey D's-- to sit and eat out of the wind. It was grey and cold, and about to snow. No one else was in that little sheltered space.
Then, a man entered. He stood in front of us. He had a stocking cap and a downflled vest, and he held a gun in his hand and he tossed it into his other hand and back again. He stared at me, I stared at him. I didn't say a word. I kept licking my vanillla cone dipped in choclate. Then he went away. I don't think Gabes even knew that there was danger. (To that man who didn't exercise his option, Thanks!) For some reason another, I hadn't thought of that in years.
I remember reading a detective novel set in Denver. The book said that Colfax was an honest sort of place--you could get your ticket punched on Colfax, in fact you expected to get your ticket punched there, so there was never any surprize!