The first in a collection of stories about life in north Denver. Starting with some of the more colorful aspects of the neighborhood’s history, the storytelling reads like fractured fairy tales, setting the tone for the anecdotes to follow.
The first two blogs tell of the evolution of my neighborhood in North Denver and establish the stage for the stories that follow. This chapter is a collection of anecdotes surrounding a gargoyle. As this series evolves, life in my corner
The art on my house in North Denver increases as this child-made American flag goes up. Chapter four is a collection of some extremely personal stories behind the events that this particular flag was born out of.
As you enter the tunnel, you disconnect from the world behind and as you exit the tunnel, you enter another realm. This collection of stories is about the space and time between. Along the storytelling way, I invite you
Frank Damascio was an architect and stone mason who moved to this north Denver neighborhood in 1890. He built three buildings across the street from my house. Each of these buildings has woven many tales of their own, adding to the