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.
When it comes to energy, windmills are useless when there’s no wind, solar is useless when there’s no sun, and hydro is useless when there’s no water — a condition Nevadans were recently warned about again thanks to the ongoing drought.
When I became editor of the Boulder City Review, one of my goals was to make the newspaper a go-to place for news and information about events throughout Boulder City. I wanted people to look at the paper as a friend, a place where they could get and share news and stories — good and bad — about things that mattered to them.
The Southern Nevada Water Authority’s vision of a pump and pipeline system from eastern rural counties to the thirsty Las Vegas Valley continues to be challenged in the courts on multiple fronts.
For decades Boulder City kids flocked to Boulder Beach on Lake Mead for swimming, playing and socializing during the summer. Their parents carried ice chests packed with their favorite beverages, spread blankets or brought folding chairs to the rocky beach to enjoy the water and the sun, and to watch their young children splashing in the shallow water along the shore.
Many years ago when I started covering Nevada’s capitol, one of the best parts of the job was the building itself.
Before there was SpongeBob SquarePants, we old geezers marveled at what a knucklehead Charlie Brown was for falling for the ol’ yank-the-football-away-at-the-last-minute trick perpetrated by that little tyrant, Lucy.
For proof Southern Nevada history has grown from humble roots, look no further than Kiel Ranch.
The GOP’s historic takeover of the Nevada Legislature should have meant, at the very least, a budget without tax hikes and passage of gun rights bills that have been bottled up by anti-gun Democrats for years.
There are times during my day when I seriously believe that folks have breadcrumbs for brains. I’m not knocking breadcrumbs since they add to the flavor and consistency of Italian meatballs, but I am questioning what faculties folks use when they should be thinking.
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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
