Long before I was mayor of Boulder City, before I was a state legislator, I started a long, rewarding career as a physician. Two of the hardest things about being a doctor is, 1) telling someone that their loved one has died, and 2) sharing news about critical, potentially-fatal conditions.
The other day I saw something on how few movie drive-ins there are these days and it got me thinking about my memories of drive-ins.
If you are a homeless veteran, would you care to sleep in an abandoned automobile, in an old vehicle with no heat or A/C?
So the other day, Ron and I were talking about death.
Over the last 200 years, life expectancy worldwide has nearly doubled. Today, many live well into their 80s or 90s and beyond.
For centuries, people in America have fought and died for many principles, and key among them was the right to vote.
When I moved here years ago, I knew there was something special about how City celebrates Halloween. The various events, like Trunk or Treat, offer everyone something fun to do when Oct. 31 rolls around. It is usually around this time that my neighbors and friends share the city’s urban legends, alleged ghost sightings and tales of the occult.
Boulder City lost a great friend Friday when Christy Springgate-Hill lost her battle against cancer.
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.
Do you remember your first visit to your local library? I do. Growing up in post-war England was tough. School-leaving age was 15, many kids had jobs at 13 and 14 and it was not considered cool to be smart. The library provided an outlet and an escape from the mundane expectations of society and supplemented a rather basic education.
My grandmother introduced me to the card game of Pit. It is based on commodity trading. It is as frenzied a game as the craziness of the commodity floor, with everyone vying to “trade” all at once.
It’s October and Halloween is around the corner. It’s time for ghosts, goblins and aliens.
In case you haven’t heard, Americans will be voting for a new president in a few weeks.
Each year when Nevada newspapers gather for our convention and awards banquet, I’m struck by the seriousness of the issues they confronted in their communities.
It was brought up during Saturday’s unveiling of the Shane Patton Memorial Monument as to why Shane’s statue stands 11 feet tall.
Even with the mayor absent the dais was full.
Photos by Ron Eland/Boulder City Review
Long before I was mayor of Boulder City, before I was a state legislator, I started a long, rewarding career as a physician. Two of the hardest things about being a doctor is, 1) telling someone that their loved one has died, and 2) sharing news about critical, potentially-fatal conditions.
