Before I sit down to write any commentary, I spend lots of time daily thinking about how to begin. What happened today? What needs addressing? I take so many things so seriously, I end up changing the focus daily. As soon as I submit one commentary, I begin thinking about the next. This one took longer than usual.
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Rose Ann Miele
For more than two decades, I’ve been getting to know Boulder City folks. I baked, cooked and waited on them at local restaurants. I reported news to them. I served them as foundation director at Boulder City Hospital. I worked as Boulder City’s public information officer. I ran for City Council and continue to be involved in city issues and volunteer organizations.
A healthy planet. Healthy individuals. What more can we want?
Worrying could be a full-time job. You worry about yourself, the kids, relatives, your job — an endless list. There’s no energy left to get involved with city issues, much less volunteer your time. How can you do everything? Why should you?
What makes you so excited that you want to get up and do something? While that’s a matter of individual choice, let’s look at just two examples.
I’ve been sharing this link to the Hoover Dam Gateway plan ( http://www.bcnv.org/AgendaCenter/ViewFile/Agenda/_04192017-386 ) on Facebook. It points to the April 19 Planning Commission agenda packet. To read the plan, you must go to page 113, since it is not a single document.
Money has never meant much to me. Guess I was brought up to think that money was a necessity to pay bills and buy groceries.
The other day, I found something I had written in May 1967. I didn’t believe my eyes. Fifty years ago I wrote that I wanted to do exactly what I am doing today.
I’m old enough to remember a time when adults were the authority on everything. If you were a kid, what you said didn’t really matter, because the adults knew best. As a teenager, this was changing, and authority was being questioned.
Information is tricky difficult to find. Town hall meetings where the public asks questions or even submit items for discussion to be shared publicly don’t take place. Public comments at meetings are limited to five minutes, and answering a speaker’s question or having a dialogue during this five minutes is not permitted. Put this all together, and you have those who believe, correctly or incorrectly, that something is being hidden.
The words “quality of life” have been replaying almost constantly in my head for some time now. What do the words mean to me, to you and to those who do not know us in Boulder City or know each of us intimately?
No beating around the bush. No flowery platitudes about what a wonderful time of year it is.
“Hope needs some help.” I heard that sentence the other day from a talk show host. He added that he is always hopeful but not an optimist. His words got me to thinking.
Kick him when he’s down. Shoot the families. Those people are criminals. Beat the crap out of them. You eat like a pig and you’re fat. I know more than anyone about everything.
Theres a serious disorder affecting our country, state and city. Its name is frustration. Folks are paralyzed by it and believe they are powerless to fix anything. People are looking for a quick fix to serious issues and latch on to those who advocate punching the enemy in the face, eliminating troublemakers, keeping women in their place, blaming the poor for budget deficits and assuring the wealthy they are that way because they deserve to be. An old-fashioned American slug with a very big stick will most certainly do the trick or perhaps just decimate populations we dont like with bombs. Problem solved.
Politicians, candidates and political parties exist because of us, individual voters. To quote the Declaration of Independence: “Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed …”
Opportunity awaits you, Boulder City. Are you going to voice your opinion about a utility rate increase, or are you going to let things happen?
Oh, yeah! Political fur is flying, but, as my mother used to say: “Hold your horses.” Maybe there’s some thinking to do before we get too wild and crazy about issues, candidates and political affiliations. Maybe thought needs to be given to who is and isn’t registered to vote.
Something I enjoy doing is spending time thinking about why some people are “good,” some “not so good,” and others are “bad.”
I've been fortunate in my life to have once run for a political office. I lost, but it was worth every hour I put into it. Since I retired from my job with the city of Boulder City five years ago, I have had more time to be involved in politics,...
Don't ask me why, but, even as a kid, I believed almost anything was possible. Good would triumph. Solutions would be found. Where's the evidence? I grew up in a second-floor apartment with two parents who were not high school graduates. My mother...
I've never written a letter to Santa or composed a Christmas list, so I thought I'd share my wishes with you since you will be fulfilling them, not in any particular order. I wish every person in Boulder City was registered to vote and went to the...
When humanity becomes perfect, there will be peace and understanding throughout the world. Violence, killing, terrorism and hatred will end. So what do we do in the meantime? Perhaps we make perfecting ourselves part of our daily life and keep at it...
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