Article by Mel Ulle
We have lost so many strong Denver institutions over the past few years. El Chapultupec? Are you kidding me? The Market? Noooooo. Bonnie Brae Tavern? Oh, Hello no. I have struggled for years to articulate my feelings regarding the evolution of Denver and specifically the neighborhood of my youth, Washington Park. But dammit, losing Bonnie Brae Tavern is the hardest pill to swallow and deserves this long-awaited diatribe.
I grew up on the 1100 block of South Williams in a house my parents bought for $28,500 in 1973. My grandfather told them they could get something nicer and cheaper in Arvada. They thanked him for his feedback and never rubbed their generous accumulation of equity in his face. Eventually, twenty plus years later he did acknowledge that it may have been a smart investment.
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