Original Proceedings
| Publication year | 2009 |
| Pages | 79 |
2009, June, Pg. 79. Original Proceedings
June 2009
Vol. 38, No. 6 [Page 79]
About the Author
Andrew M. Low is a partner in the firm of Davis Graham & Stubbs LLP, Denver--(303) 892-9400, andrew.low@dgslaw.com. Low heads the firm's appellate practice. Appellate Practice articles are published quarterly.
It was a beautiful Saturday evening in early June, and my wife and I were waiting outside the entrance to the Helen Bonfils Theater complex in downtown Denver. We were scheduled to meet Susan Victor and her husband, Rod, who were our fellow season ticket holders for the annual productions of the Denver Center Theater Company. Uncharacteristically, we were five minutes early, so we passed the time by observing the crowd of theatergoers headed for the various venues.
That night, there were theater performances in the Buell, the Space, and the Ricketson, and the Colorado Symphony Orchestra was performing Mahler's Symphony No. 2 at Boettcher Concert Hall. The people-watching was spectacular. Some of the couples were dressed to the nines, in black tie and long jewel-colored gowns. An equal number wore torn blue jeans and sandals. Most fell somewhere in between. It was still light out, and a soft breeze flowed through the theater complex's plaza, which is covered by a high, arched roof.
Susan and Rod showed up right on time. We exchanged greetings and entered the lobby. Over the years, we had seen every genre of play the theater company had to offer--from Shakespeare to Ionesco, and from experimental new plays to old favorites. Tonight, we were seeing Quilters, which tells stories from the lives of frontier women. We had read that the play is presented through the metaphor of the creation of a quilt, with the completed quilt displayed to the audience at the end of the play.
We still had plenty of time before the play started, so we pre-ordered drinks for intermission and caught up on family news. We were just about to head downstairs to the Space Theater when I saw Susan Victor smile and wave to someone behind me. I turned around and spotted Tim Flegleman walking toward us. He was wearing an open-neck striped shirt under a navy blazer, paired with grey slacks and trendy black Italian loafers. He was noticeably slimmer than the last time I had seen him, and his formerly puffy face was now trim and tanned.
His clothes and appearance were not the only things that caught my eye, however; particularly striking was the fact that he was not alone. Walking beside Tim was a woman with dark hair and piercing green eyes--apparently his date for the evening. She was dressed in casual off-white pants, a matching short-sleeved jacket, and an emerald green...
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