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.
When I moved here years ago, I knew there was something special about how City celebrates Halloween. The various events, like Trunk or Treat, offer everyone something fun to do when Oct. 31 rolls around. It is usually around this time that my neighbors and friends share the city’s urban legends, alleged ghost sightings and tales of the occult.
Boulder City lost a great friend Friday when Christy Springgate-Hill lost her battle against cancer.
Kick him when he’s down. Shoot the families. Those people are criminals. Beat the crap out of them. You eat like a pig and you’re fat. I know more than anyone about everything.
Do you remember your first visit to your local library? I do. Growing up in post-war England was tough. School-leaving age was 15, many kids had jobs at 13 and 14 and it was not considered cool to be smart. The library provided an outlet and an escape from the mundane expectations of society and supplemented a rather basic education.
My grandmother introduced me to the card game of Pit. It is based on commodity trading. It is as frenzied a game as the craziness of the commodity floor, with everyone vying to “trade” all at once.
It’s October and Halloween is around the corner. It’s time for ghosts, goblins and aliens.
In case you haven’t heard, Americans will be voting for a new president in a few weeks.
Each year when Nevada newspapers gather for our convention and awards banquet, I’m struck by the seriousness of the issues they confronted in their communities.
Earlier this past summer at a journalism event in Los Angeles, I was fortunate to meet Associated Press photographer Nick Ut. The name might not ring a bell with most readers, but Ut took one of the most iconic news photographs of the Vietnam War, a black-and-white 1972 image of a young unclothed South Vietnamese girl running away from the burning effects of a napalm strike. Ut participated in a journalism panel in May in front of an audience eager to hear him talk about the photo. Others who have covered wars were also on the panel.
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.
