Papa and The Vixen: Checking on the Neighbors of an Infamous Intersection

by Paul M. French

“WE ARE NOPE,” reads the sign by the Papa John’s on East Colfax. I’m stopped at a red, admiring the cheeky transposition, when a fight breaks out.

Across the street, in front of The Vixen, the slick-looking modern apartment complex that moved onto the block last year, a man in an orange shirt bangs a 2x4 against the curb and screams, calling on a man in …