Some of Boulder City’s finest, but often most under-appreciated citizens, are the long-term care residents at Boulder City Hospital.
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The holiday season is here! Radio stations are playing the classic songs, thousands turned out for the Electric Night Parade, stores are bustling with customers, and kids are creating their wish list for Santa.
You know that Progressive Insurance commercial that humorously depicts a “Parent-Life Coach” advising young homeowners on how to avoid turning into their parents? When the coach corrects homeowners to not chime in on strangers’ conversations, it made me realize, I’ve totally become my mother. (But I’m OK with it, because my mom was awesome.)
Another year is coming to an end… which always makes me reflect on all the things that occurred in the past 12 months.
First off, let me wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving. I hope it’s filled with some of my favorite F-words…family, friends, fun, food and football.
About the only thing Republicans did right in the 2015 legislative session was to place a stake squarely over the heart of Nevada’s failure factories and took the first big whack at the public school monopoly that has been killing the futures of so many of our children for so many years.
There is a sort of round- robin email dialogue with my brother and several friends that I am part of and that has been going on for years. Recently, we received an email message that contained this sentence: “Regarding your recent discourse on government-forced vaccinations, here is perhaps some new information you might find interesting.”
Last Saturday I had the opportunity to be a very small part of an annual event that benefits Boulder City kids. The event was Puttin’ 4 the Kids, sponsored by Jack’s Place Sports Bar and Grill and the Dan Leach Memorial Fund.
The desalination conversation is getting downright salty.
Summer unofficially started last Thursday afternoon when students put down their pencils and pens on the last day of school and temperatures began climbing into the triple digits.
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.”
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There was a lot of talking around the issue and trying to be diplomatic. For a while. But, while the discussion centered around the appropriate use of land, in truth the discussion was likely over with the first mention of the term, “monster truck.”
Construction on the Nevada State Railroad Museum at the busiest intersection in town is progressing at a rapid pace and because of that, is set for a spring completion.
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Readers whose attention span has not been destroyed by TikTok and general social media use may recall that when city council went on for more than an hour talking about where to allow off-leash dog “recreation” options, one of the sticking points was Wilbur Square
