Some of Boulder City’s finest, but often most under-appreciated citizens, are the long-term care residents at Boulder City Hospital.
Opinion
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.
I think I’ve finally found something cattle ranchers and horse huggers agree on: The Bureau of Land Management is doing it wrong.
Every week when I read in the Boulder City Review the column by Officer Jeff Grasso it makes me smile. He has such a neat sense of humor that comes out in his writings, and it is one of the first things I head for in the paper after the Police Blotter, which also makes me smile.
One of the best ways to determine the intent of the Obama administration in its treatment of the press is by looking at the law it is using. It’s called the Espionage Act of 1917, and therein lies a tale.
The Disabled American Veterans is one of the leading veterans service organizations in the state and the nation. Each year the Nevada DAV honors local employers that establish programs that reach out to veterans and seek to hire them for responsible jobs.
If you haven’t noticed, it’s pretty damn hot outside.
As someone who has been chronicling and documenting the GOP’s habit of never blowing an opportunity to blow an opportunity for more than 20 years , even I was stunned at how Assembly Republicans choked on a slam-dunk opportunity in the final week of the 2013 Nevada legislative session.
I have been maintaining the Hotel Plaza clock and chime system for the Chamber of Commerce for several years. I faithfully change it from daylight saving time to standard, and back again every year.
On most days, travelers on the Lovell Summit Road on the north side of the Spring Mountains are in for a treat of cool air and fragrant pinyon and juniper. Sunday was not one of those days.
Last week our son Alexander graduated from UNLV with a degree in physics. A few days before that, he had his one-year checkup and was told that he was still cancer free. Neither would have happened without the outpouring of support from Boulder City that occurred when he got his diagnosis. Alexander is a private person, but when we told our friends, the news seemed to reach into the very corners of our community.
“Be Kind … It Takes All Of Us” is the theme of Boulder City’s 65th annual Damboree Parade. Those words got me thinking about not only how we treat each other but also how connected we are to everyone. What we say and how we say it not only affects everyone we talk to but also what we get back from them.
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.
Photos by Ron Eland/Boulder City Review
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