Somewhere, up in the heavens, Ida Browder is looking down on Boulder City and smiling.
Editorials
Too many government agencies act like Nevada’s public records law is optional. A new bill would change that.
If all the political signs around town weren’t enough of a reminder, here’s another. We are in the midst of an election for a mayor and two seats on the City Council.
Rain and clouds may have filled the skies above Boulder City for much of this week, but inside our office it was bright as we observed Sunshine Week.
Friday started a monthlong observance of celebrating and studying the contributions women have made on American history.
Three candidates for mayor, eight for City Council could be a bit much for some to handle. Nobody in town knows all of these people. How on Earth do you decide and make a choice that you will be happy about over the coming four years? No, I’m not going to wade into political waters and tell you who to vote for, or even who I plan to vote for. But I do want to take a shot at answering my own question: “How on Earth do you decide?”
When I was growing up and trying to determine a career path, being a journalist was a noble profession. This was especially true in the wake of the Watergate scandal and for someone with the last name of Bernstein. It seemed like destiny.
In a town built on history and with deep roots to the past, sometimes something new has great appeal.
Election season in Boulder City shaping up to be interesting.
As one of the best-known rock drummers of the early 1960s, Sandy Nelson knows how important his role is in keeping the rhythm of a composition or tune. The drum’s beat is often the heart and soul of a song.
Words, whether written or spoken, are powerful. They are one of the most effective tools of communication.
A new year arrived Tuesday morning, and I didn’t feel any different than I did Monday.
It’s hard to believe that 2019 arrives in just six days. I have just gotten used to dating things for 2018.
A few years ago, many readers commented how much they enjoyed my column about holiday baking and requested that I make this an annual tradition. As you read this, I will be at home, knee-deep in flour, sugar and spices, in the true spirit of this message.
