Their enthusiasm was contagious, as was the fun they were having.
Hali Bernstein Saylor
Pardon me, but my inner geek is showing.
I will be the first one to admit that I don’t do anything that involves blood well.
Long before I ever had the notion of becoming a journalist, I wanted to be a paleontologist.
Just ask any Boulder City resident and he or she will tell you, the city is the best place to live.
Years ago, financial institutions were more than just a place to manage your money. They were a part of the community. They participated in events, supported schools and organizations and went out of their way to serve their customers.
I have met many people since my arrival in Boulder City. Each has shared something special with me, but none of their tales has been as poignant as the one I heard Monday. And it was told to me without a single spoken word.
Love is definitely in the air. And that’s just fine by me.
In his State of the City address Thursday evening, Mayor Roger Tobler told those assembled that the city’s state is pretty healthy.
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful day, that started with an early call and ended in a mournful way.
The late, great George Carlin did a fabulous comedy routine about stuff.
Flour. Check. Sugar, brown, granulated and colored crystals. Check. Vanilla. Check. With all this baking going on, it can only mean one thing: It must be December.
