This weekend we decided to tackle our shed, which had descended into chaos as we started getting our garden ready. As I moved the shelving unit near the door, I noticed mouse droppings. I rolled my eyes and started to grab the broom. Then I stopped and thought about it. Sweeping would be the fastest way
For such a small stretch of roadway, 38th Avenue from Harlan to Vance Streets in Wheat Ridge can sure stir up the dust. From a “road diet” 15 years ago to the non-working clock monuments to ongoing pedestrian hazards, that nine-tenths of a mile stretch of 38th that is both the city’s living room and
Guy: Thank you so much for your excellent article on public education, Revolving Doors in Colorado Education, in the June 2026 edition of the Neighborhood Gazette. As a Jeffco grad, parent of a Jeffco grad and a public education supporter, this subject is very important to me and you really clarified the many issues currently
Becoming an American citizen remains one of the proudest moments of my life. It wasn’t just a certificate or a ceremony. It was the freedom to build a life. The freedom to start a business. The freedom to publish this newspaper without fear. The freedom to celebrate the people, businesses, artists, volunteers, and organizations that
Earlier this month, I had the privilege of selecting Dominick Breton as the very first recipient of the Mayor’s Community Champion Award in recognition of his extraordinary service, leadership, and love for Wheat Ridge. Sadly, before we had the opportunity to publicly present this honor, Dominick passed away. It is fitting that the inaugural award
Brian’s love of film photography started young with a gift from his dad. The film camera from the ’50s had no light meter. Brian couldn’t see what he was focusing his camera on. He guessed the distance using a little dial on the lens, which showed how many feet away the subject was. The photos
Citizenship is not a piece of paper. It’s not a passport stamp or some legal definition sitting in a government filing cabinet. Citizenship is a voice, loud, insistent, and never quite finished saying what it needs to say. When I speak, the sound doesn’t just come from me. It echoes back across centuries, carried by
