IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME
...we cracked down on these lawless desperado criminals with their lawless criminal sidewalks with too much rose coloring.
(Thanks to Claire Martin)
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...we cracked down on these lawless desperado criminals with their lawless criminal sidewalks with too much rose coloring.
(Thanks to Claire Martin)
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Posted by: BostonBum0 | March 29, 2005 at 08:35 AM
Yeah, and it's about damn time we got a new post, too.
TNX DAVE!
Besides which already ... Charlie Brown?
And, any town with a mayor named Hickenlooper is just wide open to all sorts of ... whatever it is we do here ...
Posted by: U.O | March 29, 2005 at 08:40 AM
That inspector needs to take off his rose-tinted glasses....
Posted by: Higgy | March 29, 2005 at 08:42 AM
Besides which already again, I guess it really is a slow news day, when colored sidewalks take the top story above the fold ...
Posted by: u.o | March 29, 2005 at 08:43 AM
Don't forget the reporter - Karen Crummy
Posted by: MOTW | March 29, 2005 at 09:13 AM
I propose that we redo all the sidewalks in rose. Seems like a much more attractive colour than industrial grey.
Posted by: Somewhere North | March 29, 2005 at 09:21 AM
Phillip Bradbury had it all.
And it wasn't supposed to be like this. His kindergarten teacher had called him "obnoxious and ungifted." His fourth grade teacher said he was "remarkably average."
He barely graduated highschool, and then obtained several diplomas online from the University of Phoenix, Australia. Still, he spent over ten years as an Assistant Monkey Scrubber at the Denver Zoo.
Then he got his break. An uncle put in a good word at the city, several key officials were paid off, two supervisors mysteriously died, and suddenly Bradbury was City Inspector, Sidewalks Division.
He got a new muffler on his '79 Chevette. Had his pants washed. He was living the high life.
But folks, power corrupts. And absolute power over the color of sidewalks corrupts absolutely, at least vis a vis abuse of sidewalk color authority.
Bradbury's fall from grace is a cautionary tale for all of us. Remember, as you revel in the heady power of your lofty position - maybe you're in charge of this month's employee bulletin board - the higher you are, the farther you fall.
Posted by: Christobol | March 29, 2005 at 09:24 AM
C-bol -
EXcellent analysis and cautionary iteration ... good things to remember in life ...
tnx4 that
Posted by: u.o | March 29, 2005 at 09:32 AM
u.o., I believe they prefer the term 'sidewalks of color'
Posted by: Marvin | Paranoid Android | March 29, 2005 at 09:52 AM
Any story that involves people named Karen E. Crummy, Charlie Brown and John Hickenlooper, not to mention a dispute over the color of a sidewalk, makes me wonder if it was meant to have been published this coming Friday — April Fool's Day!
Posted by: etc. | March 29, 2005 at 10:19 AM
etc. - wipe that smile off yer face! This is the City Inspector.
Posted by: Inspector MOTW | March 29, 2005 at 10:43 AM
Too bad the city changed it's mind - would have been a great case!
*looks at the worldl through rose-colored glasses*
*rose-colored glass is always half-full*
Posted by: Former Criminal Defense Attorney | March 29, 2005 at 10:56 AM
This takes anal- retension to a whole new level.
Posted by: opiesgirl | March 29, 2005 at 10:58 AM
Gotta love politics. You shed some light into the matter and bring it into public light and they run like little cowards.
Leave the poor guy and his sidewalk alone. Have you ever slipped and falled on grass my friend, it is not as enjoyable as a good hard sidewalk. He is doing everyone's tailbone a favor in our city. Leave the man alone.
Posted by: jokes | March 29, 2005 at 11:28 AM
Christobol that was a funny post by the way!
Posted by: jokes | March 29, 2005 at 11:32 AM
. . . leaving us all to wonder at the boundless dimensions of yuppie hell. I imagine next that driveways that clash with the subtle gray shade of the street will have to be re-laid.
Posted by: Annie | March 29, 2005 at 01:48 PM
'sidewalks of color'
M/PA -- TNX! L!O!L! V!L!A!V!L!
Posted by: U.O | March 29, 2005 at 01:49 PM
The wrong shade of grey?
I'd have slapped the guy with a shovel RIGHT THEN.
He would've then become a nice foundation for my sidewalk.
'Nuff said.
8>
Posted by: Psycho_Joe | March 29, 2005 at 03:32 PM
Christobol: Thanque for the funny post!
Psycho_Joe: Thanque for the thoughtful analysis!
Posted by: reneviht | March 29, 2005 at 05:20 PM
Methinks the inspector's "stool" is probably the wrong shade of brown.
Posted by: Monsoon | March 29, 2005 at 05:42 PM
"But Inspector! 'Industrial Gray' clashes with my 'Pesto Green' lawn! I thought you were into /beautification!/"
Posted by: Canton | March 29, 2005 at 06:03 PM
Methinks the world is not such a bad place yet... 9 firemen dedicated half an hour to rescue a frog! we humans still have hope
Posted by: indu | March 29, 2005 at 07:12 PM
I think this issue requires a late night, emergency session of congress and a one AM fly in by the president to be resolved.
(Was that in poor taste? I'm just not even sure anymore.)
Posted by: AlanBoss | March 29, 2005 at 07:47 PM
well -- everyone else noted the amusing names of the participants, the rose colored whatever, the sheer idiocy of the complaint.
but, one of the best parts is -- this is a sidewalk to nowhere! new homes have to have sidewalk, even if nobody else on the block does!!
this is what happens when one fritters one's life away as an anthropology professor... future generations may decide the rose-colored sidewalk to nowhere was some kind of mystical cult thing...
Posted by: kathy | March 29, 2005 at 08:30 PM
Now you folks know why I live in Brighton, carefully triangulated to be equidistant (20 miles) from both Denver and Boulder. We claim no knowledge of, or kinship to, these j***offs. Just let us farm in peace, please.
However and while we're at it, let us thank the city of Denver for building the new airport so close to us that the noise-abatement settlement money bought our new windows and doors, to the tune of $5K. Rah, rah DENVER!
Posted by: WriterDude | March 30, 2005 at 01:15 AM
Actually, I should issue a disclaimer -- Mayor John Hickenlooper may have a goofy name, but he's the guy who put a brewpub (The Wynkoop) on skid row that attracted the Colorado Rockies to move in next door in 1992. He's also a friend of a friend, and if I lived in Denver, I would have campaigned for him.
He also had squat to do with my new windows and doors; his predecessor negotiated that.
Posted by: WriterDude | March 30, 2005 at 01:30 AM
Wyoming had "rosy roads" for years and years— the local granite is very pinkish, so most of the interstates were made with local gravel. Alas, the resurfacing and rebuilding of the interstates is slowly taking these rosy roads away, but there's still a good stretch of I-25 in eastern Wyoming that is pink.
Seriously. Pink roads. Maybe this guy got his gravel from Wyoming?
Posted by: B. Durbin | March 30, 2005 at 12:41 PM