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.
Interstate 11 opened a week ago with plenty of fanfare and hearty congratulations for a job well done.
What is growth? All growth debates in Boulder City are framed in terms of new housing, but normally urban development growth is framed in terms of jobs and work. What makes Boulder City different? What does the difference tell us?
When I started writing for the Boulder City News 20 years ago, I was green when it came to local issues. I had met lots of city staff while running our bakery and restaurant, Sweet Treats, had attended a council meeting or two and a planning commission meeting, but never had the free time between 1995-2000 to devote as much time as I would have liked. By July 2001 when I became the city’s public information officer, I had a bit of history under my belt. When you’re living what will become history, it doesn’t hit you like it does 20 years later.
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?
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.
