Itās been about a month since the good olā Skyline Cafe hosted a melee that left Denverās finest defending themselves against Denverās finest alcoholics.

On the Sunday night before Labor Day, there was reportedly a scene that made the Fort Collins and Boulder riots look like Tiny Town. Cops vs. The Crowd. Mace. Threats. Last Call. All the stuff that makes Skyline such a fine establishment.

One Sunday night was another memorable night at Skyline.

This time it was a smaller battle, but the police did show up and evict a minor crew of gentlemen, one of whom picked the wrong female to mack on for the evening.

When a waitress who was working near the ruckus was asked what the hell was going on, she replied, ćA girl threw a glass at some guy, and next sheās going to take on the bar.ä

Nevertheless, the girlās actions were pretty typical for the Skyline. A loud crash and breaking glass was heard as this petite young woman, maybe 21 or 22, hurled an empty glass toward homeboy.

As soon as the glass hit the air, the bartender hurdled the bar and all sorts of boozers started to boo the young seductress and her seductress friends. Then the police bounced in and started asking questions to the beer-glass thrower, and she said something good enough to get the fellas kicked out.

But this was nothing new. To the average drinker at Skyline, the sound of breaking glass and crowd commotion is as common as ordering a $3.75 pitcher on Sunday night and getting liquored up enough to piss on a cop, or at least drunk enough to piss off  a cop.

Since Skyline tends to draw its best during the summer, most of this yearās damage has been done. Sunday night, the patio where the Labor Day melee occurred was empty, save a few tables and a couple of people at the bar.

Although Skyline was not busy on Sunday ÷ there were maybe 200 people ÷ apparently there were enough empty glasses to shatter peopleās heads.

Only the change of season will tell if summerās heat is replaced by the mellower shades and attitudes of autumn, because itās time to bring the party inside.

÷ Frank Kimitch