I remember when the Tattered Cover was in a _tiny_ location on Third Avenue. It was 1976, and I had just moved to Denver. It wasn't there for long, and every time it moved, I moved with it. I even worked there for the 1989 holiday season. My now-grown children loved going there and still do as adults. 

I think the best thing about the Tattered Cover is the respect it shows for all of us--children on up to grandparents and great-grandparents, persons of widely different opinions and histories. I love feeling part of the great human community when I am there. I have become more comfortable with humanity's messiness and come to appreciate its diverse beauty, thanks in part to TC.

Best wishes to you, Joyce! You have shown Denver extraordinary leadership.