The aftermath of the Las Vegas carnage left many of us hurting — spiritually, mentally, emotionally or in combination(s) thereof.
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One of my first jobs in the event planning and marketing field was as a special promotions coordinator. The goal was to use the company’s celebrity clientele as brand equity. In other words, my department would exchange services for a photo of the star visiting the business in order to generate a newsworthy mention and ultimately a surge in sales.
Last week my column focused on the fact that our utility rates are still significantly lower than those in nearby communities, notwithstanding rumors to the contrary. Another common theme I’ve heard vocalized lately is that our utility rates have doubled (some even say tripled) since the 2016 rate increases. The important thing to remember here is that there’s a critical difference between the amount rates have increased, on the one hand, and the amount individual utility bills (including yours) may have increased, on the other hand. The two don’t necessarily mirror each other. Let me explain.
We have become a throwaway society.
Most people own a car, perhaps more than one, but there are times when you can’t drive yourself and need a ride. Times such as when you don’t want to leave your car at the airport and pay the parking charges, when you get stuck at a venue without a ride home, or family and friends are busy or out of town themselves. What are your options?
To many visitors, Boulder City is a quaint town with a downtown district seemingly stuck in time. Our city streets are often lined with antiques for sale, tourists on motorcycles and local musicians.
This week, a Canadian friend chatted about the pending vote in Canada on the assisted dying bill. Another elderly friend, after I wished her a happy birthday, responded, “I hope this is my last! People are living too long!”
I riffled through this month’s cerebral images, considered my latest interpersonal interactions, and perused the “National Days” calendar in an attempt to overcome some writer’s block. Like the alignment of Jupiter, Mars and Venus, there was a grand conjunction to awaken my writer’s muse.
No story about the Virginia City Territorial Enterprise, celebrated chronicler of high and low life on the Comstock, would be complete without mentioning its most famous reporter. That would be Mark Twain.
The Bureau of Land Management lands in Southern Nevada are important to me. We need to provide for current generations by allowing places to be available for scenic and recreational uses and for future option values as well as scenic and recreational values for our children’s children’s children.
Crisscrossing my cerebral imagery this February are tequila-and-beer Jimmy Buffett and my teetotaler husband. They share a love of brass and strings, both proficient on their trombone and guitars.
The odds are good even the most perceptive bookmaker didn’t see this turnaround coming: U.S. Sen. John McCain speaking out in favor of expanding legalized sports betting in America.
Lowly houseplants may take a backseat to their hardy outdoor cousins when it comes to size. However, even a master gardener cannot deny their important place in our lives.