It’s that dreaded time of year again. Monstrous in magnitude. A mysterious ritual. Strange, scary, sinister, and spooky. Macabre and menacing. Dark and gloomy. Dastardly and disturbing. Gruesome and ghoulish. Frightful. Creepy. Petrifying. Even eerie. A wicked, morbid tradition that haunts our city annually.
There is an old but true saying: “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”
Emergency personnel in Clark County estimate they respond to four accidents each day involving bikes, e-bikes, or e-scooters. A few of these accidents have involved fatalities of minors — a grim reminder of the dangers of these devices when not used responsibly. Our goal as city leaders is to prevent tragedies from occurring. Any loss of life has a dramatic impact on families, loved ones, friends, as well as on the entire community.
There are myriad DIY shows that inform and inspire folks to take on home projects.
I thought I’d talk a little about the newspaper business on the heels of the Review winning seven statewide awards the other night in Fallon.
If you ask me if I enjoy my life, I would say, without hesitation, I do. I take great pleasure in living in Boulder City, even though I miss some dear friends and family, my favorite restaurants and the cultural amenities I enjoyed in my birthplace, Chicago.
Venna Davis spent the better part of a long life helping to bring green to the desert.
Being in the news business can be pretty rough.
I spent part of a day last week writing an article about how the National Republican Senatorial Committee gets material for its attacks on Harry Reid from the Washington Free Beacon.
I was my 14-year-old daughter’s age when the first gas lines appeared in 1973, thanks to the newly created Mideast oil cartel that we would soon be know as OPEC and President Richard Nixon’s ill-advised effort at government control of oil prices.
I riffled through this month’s cerebral images, considered my latest interpersonal interactions, and perused the “National Days” calendar in an attempt to overcome some writer’s block. Like the alignment of Jupiter, Mars and Venus, there was a grand conjunction to awaken my writer’s muse.
No story about the Virginia City Territorial Enterprise, celebrated chronicler of high and low life on the Comstock, would be complete without mentioning its most famous reporter. That would be Mark Twain.
Ron Eland/Boulder City Review
Eagle-eyed followers of city government may have noticed multiple references by city officials over the past year to expect shortfalls in the Boulder City budget over the next few years. It is a fact of life for city staff, and the big decrease in tourism to the region is poised to make the situation even more dire.
Is the cliché that good things always come in threes or celebrity deaths? Good or bad?
Photos by Ron Eland/Boulder City Review
