October 21, 1982. It was opening night at the brand-new Pikes Peak Center, our city’s just-finished, sparkling 2,000-seat theater-auditorium. I was there; in fact, my then-spouse and I walked into the auditorium arm-in-arm with the legendary Bee Vradenburg. Bee, Charles Ansbacher, Phil Kendall, Kathleen Collins and scores of other dedicated community leaders/activists had conceived the […]
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