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.
Opinion
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.
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.”
Harry Reid’s decision to retire from Congress turned attention immediately to his replacements, not least because he himself promptly tried to influence his successors both as senator and as Democratic floor leader.
Put quite simply, the Meals on Wheels program is “a real life saver.”
The Boulder Theatre opened in 1932 with 550 seats and the only air conditioning in Boulder City. Earl Brothers, who owned and operated the theater, ran movies 24 hours a day to accommodate all shifts of the hot and exhausted workers building Boulder Dam.
“There’s a correlation between those who play the lottery and income,” Nevada economist Thomas Cargill said in 2005. “You know, the lottery is a regressive tax on people who are not very good at math. I saw that on a bumper sticker in California.”
If ever a man appeared to have prepared himself for the flak and sucker punches found in Nevada’s legislative and university politics, it was Jack Lund Schofield.
I remember a time back in the sixth grade when I turned in a book report. Mr. Levanis reviewed it, handed it back to me and said, “This isn’t acceptable. Go back and do it over.”
From its youngest residents to its most senior citizens, you would be hard pressed to find someone in Boulder City whose life hasn’t been touched by a nonprofit organization.
In Nevada’s early days, the state’s history was written mostly by club women rather than by trained historians. By some accounts Nevada did not get its first professional historian until the 1950s with the arrival of Russell Elliott.
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This time of year in Boulder City it often looks like a scene from a Christmas Hallmark movie, minus the big-city girl who falls in love with the small-town guy. And, minus the snow.
It was a concept 57 years in the making that lasted eight years when it finally came to fruition.
For Boulder City author Lisa Hallett, writing a book is like a recipe. A little of this, a little of that, a dash of family, and a pinch of friends and in the end, something she hopes people will enjoy.
As always, Mitchell Elementary is busy providing great learning opportunities inside and outside of the classroom.
