Last year, just as AV and I were preparing to move out of Capitol Hill the city and county of Denver began building their new jail five minutes away down 13th Avenue. We weren’t excited about the jail being a stone’s throw from our traditionally, ahem, “eclectic” neighborhood, but when we moved we crossed recently-released (alleged) offenders wandering through our alley at night off the list of things to worry about. Oddly enough, the new jail sits directly across from the Denver Mint. I’ll leave comment on that for another time.
The local alternative weekly’s coverage of the looming apocalypse Democratic National Convention has uncovered the City’s planned holding pen for protesting ne’er-do-wells who end up on the wrong side of the law. Turns out, it’s just down the street from where we live now! That’s just great – people keen on disruption (and possibly violence, as I’m sure not every protester coming to Denver practices satyagraha) have to get back to their asphalt sleeping grounds by the Pepsi Center, and they’ll have to come through my neighborhood to do it.
I was *really* hoping that during the week of the convention I could hunker down in my house, which (as it is perched on the edge of downtown) is removed from the absolute madness that is planning to turn our little town upside-down. Instead, it’s come into our backyard. Here’s hoping that by revealing the destination of the so-called “Gitmo on the Platte” it gets moved somewhere else.
You could come wait it out in the burbs.