Colfax was never polite.
It was loud, messy, and honest—
a street with scars and stories written in neon and regret.

The Bluebird District didn’t erase the past.
It remixed it.
Took the grit, kept the soul, turned survival into style.

Anchored by a legendary stage, the district learned how to sing—
families by day, amplifiers by night, independent hearts beating in storefronts that refuse to be boring.

This is where weird wins, hustle sticks, and community is louder than fear.
Not cleaned up.
Not toned down.
Just grown up enough to know who it is.

The Bluebird District:
still Colfax—
just sharper, brighter, and very much alive.

– Mr. C – Long time Colfaxian