Over the past six months, we’ve had an increasing number of readers calling and emailing with the same question: “Where is my Gazette?” Some missed this month’s issue. Others tell us they haven’t received one for a few months. When I acquired the Neighborhood Gazette, the paper was still being delivered the old-fashioned way—people physically
The resident survey has once again named the Neighborhood Gazette the highest-rated source of information for Wheat Ridge residents, with 74% of respondents saying they rely on the Gazette to stay informed. As always, word of mouth is still number one, which simply means neighbors are still sharing the news, the rumors, and the rants
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
In what world did we collectively decide that it’s acceptable to sit next to someone at a restaurant or bar and blast cat videos, sports highlights, or TikTok clips on speakerphone for everyone else to hear? Somewhere along the way, public space started feeling a little too public. Recently, United Airlines announced that passengers who
Attention voters: surveys are on the way. The question is straightforward—how much more are you willing to contribute, and for what? Three fire entities—West Metro, Arvada Fire, and Jeffco Fire—are each preparing funding requests. All provide critical services, and their work is valued. At the same time, overlapping roles in staffing, equipment, and administration raise
Eugene is one of those rare personalities in our town who refuses to let fear, risk, or rising costs stand in the way of a vision. At a time when opening a restaurant feels harder than ever, he took on an aging, struggling building and brought it back to life—transforming it into Colorado Plus, a
Every time I have a client thinking about moving to Wheat Ridge, I ask them straight up: “Are you moving here because of how we are… or because of how you want us to be?” That question never lands softly. The City and Council are constantly trying to balance both sides. Improvements with no change.
John Mellencamp asked “Will you teach your children to tell the truth?”. Earlier this month (January 20), Jefferson County Board of Education President Michele Applegate wrote to the community stating, “Since 2010, our district has lost more than $930 million due to state underfunding.” What she left out of that message, however, is just as
“Tell me something you know today that you didn’t know yesterday.” That was the nightly ritual at our dinner table — our version of a debrief mixed with a pop quiz. You could always tell which teacher had impressed my kids by how animated they got. But the moment I’d ask them to review lunches
I started believing in miracles again the night a Lutheran Hospital ICU nurse from Wheat Ridge pulled over along Route 6 in Clear Creek Canyon. It was dark, and she had spotted what looked like a body lying in the middle of the road. No pulse. No breathing. Half his face gone. The man had
The phone rang… “Hello, Guy, will you join us at city council to speak in defense of roosters?” I mean, it doesn’t get more Wheat Ridge than this. “Yes, of course I will stand up for our roosters!” The council chamber at City Hall was full of residents ready to debate the pros and cons
Before I moved to the US I had always read and watched movies about small towns in America. I listened to John Mellencamp and Bruce Springsteen sing about life in small towns. Our family vacations were always spent up and down the east coast. Small towns like Wildwood NJ, Ocean City MD, Myrtle Beach SC
The calls and emails that come in to the Gazette range from all sides of the spectrum, bright to dark, and sometimes the dark gets real ugly. Sometimes self serving, misinformed to downright threatening and mean. But the bright messages that we get, filled with hope, passion and uplifting stories are why we do this.
July 4th is my favorite holiday of the year. It means the world to me to live in the USA. It’s something I had tried to accomplish since I was 16 years old. Going down every year to the US consulate in Montreal and then Toronto to get a chance to win the green card
They said that “print is dead” and that buying a newspaper was a terrible investment. But I remember feeling nothing but excitement at the opportunity to carry on a tradition—ensuring Wheat Ridge continued to have its own voice. It wasn’t just about continuing what Charlie and Tim had started. For me, it was about giving
This one is going to be fast and furious with just so much going on! Let’s start with my favorite topic, whatever you heard about the Wadsworth project and when it’ll be fully completed I want you to start adding to whatever number is in your head, more details in the next issue, read this
We are surrounded by passionate people that will persuade and try to convince you that today sucks and that tomorrow will be worse. Throughout history, and various forms of governments, people have tried to convince one another that their way was the right way. That it was the only way. What you said and how
As parents, we try to sugarcoat the bad news to our children. Not wanting to hurt their feelings. In the work place we find ways to prove, justify and cajole the facts and numbers to show our accomplishments. Our schools have been lowering the bar to make parents feel good about their kids and avoid
With so much being argued over and debated in our community, I thought I’d share with you an update on a different kind of squabbling. When we brought BE, our hen, home along with her nine feathered sisters, it was obvious that she was not in her “good place”. Chest thumping, hanging out on her
I’ve often reflected on how hard it was to move to and become a citizen of the United States. The paperwork, the attorneys, the testing, and, of course, the waiting—it was an arduous journey. It was never about a specific state or city; for me, it was about the idea of the country itself. Recently,
For whatever reason , I was expecting so much more from 24, but I am grateful for every year and what it brings. New businesses to our town, new families moving in on our streets. No doubt that this year’s elections was a relief to some, a gut punch to others and the rest just
It was just past the Syracuse, New York exit on I-90 when Bruce made a terrible vibrating sound. I quickly pulled over the side of the highway. It was Saturday and so most places I called were closed. But I did google VW-EuroVan near Syracuse and got on the Eurovan FB to ask for help.
It’s been a year since the world witnessed the barbaric acts of the Hamas terrorists upon a music festival and families in a small town in Israel. Thousands murdered, raped and kidnapped and still more than 100 hostages kept and tortured in those tunnels. It was the largest number of jewish people killed in one
I am a self-confessed Olympics junkie. Having attended 2 Olympics in person, I follow them every 2 years and still not sure whether I prefer the summer or winter versions. This year’s Summer Olympics in France produced more world records and social media footage than ever. Yes, it’s easy to harp on the complaints of
