Main Street memories I grew up near Ridge Road and Broadway, back when Broadway ended at County Line Road. We called County Line “Roller Coaster Road” back then because of all the hills. I …
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Main Street memories
I grew up near Ridge Road and Broadway, back when Broadway ended at County Line Road. We called County Line “Roller Coaster Road” back then because of all the hills.
I graduated from Heritage High School in 1979 — the first class to go all the way through high school there.
On Main Street, I remember Abe’s Café, Valore Hardware, and a little cobbler’s shop. You could take your shoes in there and get a strap fixed or a heel put on a boot.
One place I miss: the old Crestwood Restaurant. It was iconic for the Littleton area. Every youngster took a turn working there. The owner could be an intimidating guy to work for — you had to be able to carry four glasses of water in one hand to work the floor — but if you were a customer, he was amazing. He remembered everyone’s name and treated them like family. He even came to my granddad’s funeral, which meant a lot to me.
Getting into trouble
We had a lot of ways to get into trouble. We’d go hang out up in Deer Creek Canyon, or jump off the spillways at Chatfield Reservoir.
The day before Senior Ditch Day we thought it would be fun to race on the track at Heritage High School. So we showed up late at night with our Dodge Challengers and Nova Super Sports and Volkswagen Squarebacks and tore up the track for a night. There were some Littleton police officers who knew some of us by name.
After college, I worked for the Littleton Independent as a classified sales manager. Us folks in classifieds all learned how to spell “avocado,” because that was the color of almost all big appliances back then.
Working with the Big Cheese
I worked with Hous Waring, the paper’s legendary editor and publisher. It was like working with someone from the New York Times or Wall Street Journal. He was known around town. He had been involved in everything in town politics for so long. He let me write a couple editorials, and he edited them. It was quite an honor — the Big Cheese of the Littleton Independent looking at my work.
I still love Littleton today. They’ve done a great job of keeping Main Street family-friendly. There are great shops down here, and some great new restaurants. It’s a lot of fun. I still run into people from high school all over town.
Sometimes Littleton feels big now, but other days it still feels small.
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