Well, how did that happen? Another month has gone by and I have found another reason not to write the AI column I keep going on about. Next month. By then I’ll have better concrete examples of how I’ve been using it.
Opinion
There are many organizations that provide assistance to veterans and civilians alike, and they are located all around the state.
I love to read. I think I always have. My memory doesn’t stretch back far enough to recall a time when good books weren’t a part of my life. Our home was filled with them. My parents were readers, so maybe I learned the art of reading by osmosis? If not, then certainly by example. As a toddler, I became a precocious reader. By the time I was four, I was reading a fair amount on my own.
Boulder City has a great vision statement. It’s located on the front page of our website: “The City of Boulder City is committed to preserving its status as a small town, with a small-town charm, historical heritage and unique identity, while proactively addressing our needs and enhancing our quality of life.”
OK. So I had originally intended to write about a totally different subject this month. But a glance at the calendar and the death of one of my teen heroes means I am gonna write about Halloween. Kinda. Sorta.
Drought-stricken Lake Mead keeps shrinking. The multibillion-dollar plan to pipe water from rural Nevada figures to be clogged in the courts for many years.
We all have jobs in life. For some jobs we get paid, others are paid through life experiences and strong relationships. Our “jobs” often bring obligations, expectations and time constraints. Each brings remembrances and rewards. Life experience has taught me that, as a friend defined it, what matters are the “margins” in our life.
At the just-adjourned Nevada Legislature, lawmakers narrowly approved a measure calling on Congress to transfer title of public lands in Nevada from the federal government to state government. It’s the latest version of the Sagebrush Rebellion launched in 1979, although the sponsor of that original measure — Dean Rhoads of Tuscarora — was not crazy about subsequent groups that claimed the name.
Government-lovin’ tax hikers in Nevada shouldn’t be doing the Snoopy dance just yet. As fictional Sen. John “Bluto” Blutarsky of “Animal House” famously put it, “Nothing’s over until we decide it is.”
Tonight, during graduation ceremonies as Boulder City High School’s seniors move the tassels on their caps from the right to the left — signifying they have graduated — remember that this gesture has great meaning.
It was a world of initials in May when the Department of Veterans Affairs teamed up with the Blinded Veterans Association and the U.S. Army Medical Research and Materiel Command and the National Football League to discuss traumatic brain injury and its affect on blindness. The occasion was the annual convention of the Association for Research in Vision and Ophthalmology held in Denver this year.
On May 21, I received the daily mailing from Reader Supported News, which on that day included a reprint from the blog of former U.S. Labor Secretary Robert Reich titled “The Revolt of Small Business Republicans.”
Beyond the lights of Pahrump, you’d be excused for not recognizing James Oscarson’s name.
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Roy Poindexter is of the generation that doesn’t give up easily and, if there’s a will, there’s a way.
Photos by Ron Eland/Boulder City Review
It is a can that has been kicked down the road for almost three years – or more like 14 years, depending on how you count. And it got kicked down the road again last week as the city council failed to come to a consensus on the issue of pet breeding in Boulder City.
Well, how did that happen? Another month has gone by and I have found another reason not to write the AI column I keep going on about. Next month. By then I’ll have better concrete examples of how I’ve been using it.
