Each week, we’ll introduce you to someone you may, or may not know who lives in Downtown Denver. And, each week, we’ll ask that person five questions…always the same. But, we’re sure to get a lot of different answers! Each week’s interviewee will also be archived on the page titled “Talking Points” at the top of this site. Let us know what you think.
Downtown has its share of characters. For our “interview” this week we’ve taken a bit of liberty with one of those, not using his stage name, but digging into his real background. We caught up with Didier at the cleaners.
There are those who would have you think that he was hatched out of an egg unearthed when they started to build Coors Field. Not true, says Didier. He did hatch, but from an egg in Southwest France. Modern jet travel brought him to Denver in time for his 1994 debut. He has no known relatives.
What is the best thing about living Downtown?
I have so many friends. Mostly kids. But, really the best thing is this secret cave I found under the place where I work. And, whenever they start shooting off those way-too-loud fireworks, I’m the first one down there. I told all the dogs in the neighborhood about it, and how to get there off Blake Street. So, fireworks time becomes a real neighborhood gathering. The dogs come over and we play poker.
What don’t we have that we need Downtown?
I may be channeling here, but I’ll go with more pocket parks and, therefore, fewer parking lots. More trees. More 2-way streets. Slow everything down. Heck, maybe even speed bumps. I don’t drive, but I have to cross streets. Make them safer.
What’s been the biggest change since you have lived Downtown?
Well, I used to go running every day with this guy named Ubaldo. He’s gone now. So, I guess I’ll have to say high heels. Yes, high heels.
What’s your favorite place to go away from Downtown?
I have a very good friend I visit. Very special. So, I go there whenever I can get a ride. It’s close to Aurora…but not too close.
Tell us something about yourself that most people would not know.
Well, of course, being from France, when I came to this country I had to make a lot of adjustments. What I drink. What I eat. So, what no one knows is that I subsist entirely on the leftover nachos that people leave under their seats at the place where I work.
Thank you for that, Didier. Bon chance!