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.
I broke my leg recently, and the fracture has slowed me down a bit.
Afew days ago the Reno Gazette-Journal, which has been running front- page historical items about Nevada during this 149th year of statehood, published an item reporting that “Ronald Reagan’s rally for Republican candidates for state office at the University of Nevada, Reno quad on Oct. 7, 1982, was the first visit to campus by a sitting U.S. president.”
At the recent Washoe County Republican convention a resolution was passed declaring that the local party was “manifestly opposed” to the preprimary endorsement “scheme” being pursued by the leaders and members of the Nevada Republican Central Committee. Not just opposed, manifestly opposed … whatever that means.
Baseball’s opening day at the ballpark is just around the corner. It usually falls in early April near our birthdays and it’s a good time for my Dad and me to catch up and even play a little catch if we’re together.
Long before I ever had the notion of becoming a journalist, I wanted to be a paleontologist.
The only thing more annoying these days than Miley Cyrus’ “Wrecking Ball” song is the incessant bleating by Nevada’s teachers union that education is underfunded and, therefore, we have to penalize the state’s job providers by slapping them with a new “margins tax.”
In 2002 I was riding by train across the United States from Pennsylvania to Nevada. During one meal in the dining car, I was seated with three other folks. One businessperson was complaining about the subsidies the railroads receive from the government, even as he enjoyed their benefits.
Trappers might be the keepers of an antiquated craft, but they all seem to have Internet access.
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
