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.
Last year in my State of the City address, I urged us to make sure that, when we’re making decisions, we’re careful to always put family and faith first. I reminded you that a few years ago Family Circle magazine named Boulder City one of the Top 10 places in the nation to raise a family. And that the No. 1 reason that most of us moved to Boulder City is because it’s a wonderful place to raise a family.
When you think of Boulder City do you immediately associate it with Jim Morrison of The Doors? Most people do not, but Boulder City is linked to Morrison in a very oblique way.
I am somewhat of a barbecue aficionado. I come by it naturally.
Go to the Oxford English dictionary http://www.oed.com, and you will find a list of new words added to the dictionary in September. It is a long list.
Last month I began to tell the story of Leon Cooper, a World War II veteran who took part in the bloody battle of Tarawa. A California resident, in 2008 he paid a visit to the Pacific island and said he could not believe his eyes. The sunny beach that in 1943 had been turned into a battlefield had deteriorated into something else again — a combination junkyard and burial ground.
Jon Bon Jovi. Andy Griffith. John Wayne. All these notable men have ties to Boulder City, and so does a man named Paco.
The words “quality of life” have been replaying almost constantly in my head for some time now. What do the words mean to me, to you and to those who do not know us in Boulder City or know each of us intimately?
It appears something fishy is happening with Boulder City’s closed grocery store. And we’re not talking about the shrimp, oysters, scallops and other fish that was sold in the seafood department.
It’s never too late to shoot for a life-long dream. If you don’t believe me, just ask George Markle.
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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
