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.
Father’s Day is celebrated on June 18 this year. To me, Father’s Day always seemed a faint echo of Mother’s Day that we celebrated last month. But where and how did this holiday begin as I don’t remember celebrating it when I was young?
When I first joined Facebook years ago, it was a way to keep in touch with old friends from high school who were unable to attend a coming class reunion.
Let’s get to the point. I was born and raised in Boulder City, and I support amendments to the controlled-growth ordinance. However, I believe that a vote of “no” is in the best interest of Boulder City in the case of Ballot Question No. 1, since, as written, it does nothing to ensure the positive goals some of its supporters intend.
I love elections. Being able to have a say in who our leaders will be is wonderful, and I feel blessed to be a part of it. The experience at the polls is exactly what elections should be all about. You get to see your fellow citizens, generally who are kind and full of the camaraderie that you are both helping to shape the future.
Actor Warner Baxter was widely known for his role as the Cisco Kid in the movie “In Old Arizona.” He was one of Hollywood’s top paid actors in the 1930s, too. But what people usually don’t know about Baxter is that he also was an inventor whose contributions to the gun industry are still widely regarded. People also forget that Baxter came through Boulder City for a 1933 movie titled “I Loved You Wednesday.”
Across the nation, there were ceremonies, parades and barbecues as people marked Memorial Day.
No one loves a small town more than I do. I grew up in Carson City, where we walked to school and church and knew who lived in every house along the way. Although I make a living in Las Vegas, I choose to live in Boulder City. Some of my friends call it Mayberry — I call it heaven.
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.
