I just returned from visiting family out in Denver over Christmas, and it was an interesting time to be in the Wild, Wild West.
On the local sports scene, the Broncos were preparing to play the Chargers with their postseason life on the line. They died. The story dominated the pages of the Denver Post and Rocky Mountain News, as you might expect. The “Rocky” may not be around much longer. It’s up for sale and might close. Bernie Lincicome still writes for that venerable old paper. Its demise would be a tragedy.
I attended a Nuggets game Friday night, an affair in which the home team rallied from a 12-point third quarter deficit to snag the win over the 76ers. Very entertaining. I’m not much of an NBA fan, but watching games in person is special. I snagged a great seat right behind one of the baskets for just $40 1 1/2 hours before tip-off. I’m still amazed by the size of NBA players when seen up close. They’re both big and graceful and the best basketball players on the planet. The show at the Pepsi Center is eye-popping, especially the one one put on by the mascot Rocky. He did his annual holiday “Nutcracker” routine in which he ends up falling hard – legs outstretched – on a balance beam. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” the PA announcer states in a melancholy voice as the act ends and Rocky limps off. “The Nutcracker.” It’s high theater.
Downtown Denver during the holidays is magnificent. Every building is lit up, most notebably Union Station, the old train depot. Larimer Square, where there is no vehicular traffic allowed except for horse-drawn carriages, is umbrelled in lights. Sixthteen Street, in all its grandeur, is the place to be, with great bars and eateries with easy access to the always rocking Lower Downtown (LoDo) area, with clubs that nestle up to the Rockies’ Coors Field.
All the major sporting venues – Mile High Stadium (it’s new corporate name escapes me, although I think it has someting to with Invesco), the Pepsi Center (where the Nuggets and Avalanche play) and Coors Field are all within walking distance from one another. OK, you have to be a veteran walker like myself, but downtown Denver is accessable and first-class and seems relatively safe. I’ve felt more threatened in Dubuque, for the love of pete.
I took the city’s new light-rail train system from my parents home in Aurora downtown that night. It’s quick, easy and cheap. Why anyone would want to battle traffic to drive downtown from the suburbs instead of taking the light-rail is beyond me. It’s public transportation at its best.
I’m back in Cedar Rapids now where public transportation is lacking, to say the least, especially since the flood. It needs to be improved, starting with the buses running later into the night and on more expansive routes. I know a lot of folks who work downtown who would gladly leave their personal vehicles at home if public transportation was a more equitable and timely option.
Cedar Rapids isn’t Denver. Never has been, never will be. But I’m convinced some sort of light-rail system that ran north-south from Hiawatha to the airport (dare I say, Iowa City?) and east west from Fairfax to Marion would used by a lot of folks. Buses could fill in the gaps. It won’t happen, of course; there too many other pressing needs in the community right now. But first-class public transportation is a benchmark of a first-class community. Visit Denver sometime and see for yourself.