Long before I was mayor of Boulder City, before I was a state legislator, I started a long, rewarding career as a physician. Two of the hardest things about being a doctor is, 1) telling someone that their loved one has died, and 2) sharing news about critical, potentially-fatal conditions.
The other day I saw something on how few movie drive-ins there are these days and it got me thinking about my memories of drive-ins.
If you are a homeless veteran, would you care to sleep in an abandoned automobile, in an old vehicle with no heat or A/C?
So the other day, Ron and I were talking about death.
Over the last 200 years, life expectancy worldwide has nearly doubled. Today, many live well into their 80s or 90s and beyond.
Unless you are a parent of school-age children, you may not realize that Monday is a red-letter day on the calendar.
Criminalizing the possession of plastic straws is the latest feel-good edict wrought by clueless politicians.
It was 2:30 a.m. and I couldn’t sleep. The rare pouring rain in Boulder City was keeping me awake and, as I usually do when I can’t find slumber, I turned on Turner Classic Movies in search for inspiration and a Hollywood throwback tie to Boulder City.
Dogs bark. Cats purr. Birds whistle. Dolphins sing. Humans talk.
Community. We use that word a lot when referring to our city. But have you ever really thought about what it means?
Nearly a decade ago, local stamp collectors got together to form a club that exists to this day with a dozen or so active members who exchange duplicate material and lame jokes. We meet at the Senior Center of Boulder City at 8:30 a.m. on the second Wednesday of each month.
The United Service Organization, more prominently known as the USO, likes to advertise to the men and women in uniform that “No matter where you choose to go after your military service, the USO will make it feel like home.” That’s because although the USO’s mission is mainly to help active-duty personnel and their families as they travel from duty station to duty station and from airport to airport.
Two weeks back, I found myself at the Boulder City Chamber of Commerce’s mixer at Christ Lutheran Church. It was the first time I was there as an independent marketing contractor after stepping away from my marketing job at The Homestead at Boulder City.
It was brought up during Saturday’s unveiling of the Shane Patton Memorial Monument as to why Shane’s statue stands 11 feet tall.
Even with the mayor absent the dais was full.
Photos by Ron Eland/Boulder City Review
Long before I was mayor of Boulder City, before I was a state legislator, I started a long, rewarding career as a physician. Two of the hardest things about being a doctor is, 1) telling someone that their loved one has died, and 2) sharing news about critical, potentially-fatal conditions.
