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.
When I sat down to use the word processing program Word, I was accosted by my computer which wanted me to use “Copilot.” I don’t need copilot to compose what many humans have, until recently, been capable of creating, a column in the newspaper. I enjoy crafting my words from my soul, which is consciousness. I’m sure you have a soul too! Hopefully, that doesn’t spook you!
Nov. 7 will mark a year since the ribbon cutting of the St. Jude’s Ranch for Children Healing Center and shortly after, the opening of the since renamed school, Amy Ayoub Academy of Hope.
When did you become a Nevadan? Birth? Forty years ago? Last year? Most Nevadans come from somewhere else and are often instead asked how long they’ve lived in Nevada. There is a difference.
KINGMAN, Ariz. — The very mention of his sun-bleached hometown made Charlie Waters smile and always brought to mind a story.
About a year ago, I interviewed political scientist Fred Lokken about Nevada’s changing politics. Among other things, he said that Nevada’s demographics were falling the Democratic Party’s way, essentially making the state blue.
Under cross-examination in an opening scene of the movie classic “True Grit,” John Wayne’s character, U.S. Marshal Rooster Cogburn, was being grilled over a confrontation with some suspected outlaws he was trying to arrest who ended up dead.
It has often been said that the older you get, the quicker time passes. In my experience, I have found this to be true.
This summer my 16-year-old son began his first job as a courtesy clerk at Vons. As we walked to the car on his first day, I took out my phone, programmed the camera setting, and implored him to turn around so that I could take his picture. He sighed exaggeratedly, tried to refuse, and informed me that it wasn’t a big deal. I told him it would mean something to him one day, to see his first day of work captured on film, and he pondered my suggestion.
In an editorial voicing support for Question 2, the Las Vegas Review-Journal began: “If voters approve Question 2 on this fall’s ballot, they will not increase taxes on Nevada’s mining industry.”
With the rapid approach of the 150th anniversary of Nevada’s statehood, this might be an awkward time to ask the question. But here goes:
In the 1980s a new disease arrived in the United States. Journalism basically ignored it because here it initially affected mostly gays. When there was news coverage of it at all, it was described with terms like “gay cancer” or “gay plague,” which indicated how ignorant most reporters were. The disease did not affect only gays, nor did it originate with them.
The most important part of what happens in a city council meeting is not always the vote. Sometimes it is something that seems minor at the time. This week, as the council finally voted unanimously to tighten up Boulder City’s notoriously lax leash law, the important part came long before any discussion about the actual law.
There are a couple of things that unite most Nevadans: how people often mispronounce that state’s name and for those who have been around a while, their dislike of the Duke men’s basketball team.
Parents of student athletes playing on Boulder City High School’s football team received a note last Thursday morning from BCHS Principal Amy Wagner informing them that the team’s head coach would be “unavailable” for that night’s playoff game.
It’s a case of making something positive come out of a tragedy.
