10/16/07

Restore the Playground at Perk Hill Coffee, Denver, CO

The following is a general purpose letter in support of Perk Hill coffee shop's playground, recently removed at the landlord's directive.

I am writing as a citizen of Denver and Park Hill to protest the forced removal of a public good: a children's playground.

At Perk Hill Coffee at 22nd and Kearney in Park Hill, Darren Spreeuw, owner had installed a small swing set and play ground that he had provided - at no cost to the city or to its users - on a public right of way owned by the city. Hundred of people use this every week. It is a site of community building, friendship, and healthy childhood development.

Darren had all the necessary permits and loads of private liability insurance, and had clearly marked it "At Your Own Risk." For some reason, the landlord, Eric Alstad, owner of The Thin Man and St. Mark's Coffee has forced him to take down this very popular playground.

As a citizen of Park Hill, I have been impressed by Perk Hill coffee as a business and member of the community. Darren Spreeuw has been extraordinarily entrepreneurial, and has been an anchor in the rejuvenation of this part of Park Hill.

As long term residents of Denver know, economic stability and social stability are mutual supports against leaner times. Let us be farsighted about the values that sustain our city and neighborhoods over time. The city should designate this small area and public good as a "pocket park" so it may be preserved and continue to serve our community.

To contact the city council person with jurisdiction over this area:

City Council - Marcia Johnson, Dist. 5
Marcia.Johnson@denvergov.org
303.355.4615
6740 E. Colfax Ave
Denver, CO 80220

To contact the landlord who forced the playground to come down, Mr. Alstad, here is some publically available information:

The Thin Man
2015 E 17th Ave
Denver, CO 80206
(303) 320-7814

St. Mark's Coffee House
2019 E 17th Ave
Denver, CO 80206
(303) 322-8384

10/8/07

November, by Robert Frost

November

We saw leaves go to glory,
Then almost migratory
Go part way down the lane,
And then to end the story
Get beaten down and pasted
In one wild day of rain.

We heard " 'Tis Over" roaring.
A year of leaves was wasted.
Oh, we made a boast of storing,
Of saving and keeping,
But only by ignoring
The waste of moments sleeping,
The waste of pleasure weeping,
By denying and ignoring
The waste of nations warring.