Well, how did that happen? Another month has gone by and I have found another reason not to write the AI column I keep going on about. Next month. By then I’ll have better concrete examples of how I’ve been using it.
Opinion
There are many organizations that provide assistance to veterans and civilians alike, and they are located all around the state.
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.
This week, a Canadian friend chatted about the pending vote in Canada on the assisted dying bill. Another elderly friend, after I wished her a happy birthday, responded, “I hope this is my last! People are living too long!”
In a town steeped in history, it’s not uncommon to find something or someone with a connection to the city’s beginning.
“Readin’, writin’ and ‘rithmatic” used to be a mantra when it came to educating veterans and others. But today when it comes to educating veterans, and veterans educating others, the challenges regarding funding and adequate personnel are much more complicated.
Boulder City is facing difficult decisions concerning our utility system. Unlike most Nevada cities, we own and operate our own utilities. That’s one of the main reasons why our utility rates have traditionally been so much lower than those in neighboring communities.
One of the things I have lamented about missing the most since moving from Southern California to Nevada is the diversity of activities and environments within an hour or so’s drive.
From the very beginning, before there was even a city for the workers on the dam and their families, many of those in their makeshift camps took care of each other.
When I moved to Boulder City in 2002, there were marked crosswalks everywhere. For example, there were marked crosswalks at the junction of Arizona Street and Nevada Way, in front of the Boulder Dam Hotel, Central Market, the police station and at the Recreation Center.
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Roy Poindexter is of the generation that doesn’t give up easily and, if there’s a will, there’s a way.
Photos by Ron Eland/Boulder City Review
It is a can that has been kicked down the road for almost three years – or more like 14 years, depending on how you count. And it got kicked down the road again last week as the city council failed to come to a consensus on the issue of pet breeding in Boulder City.
Well, how did that happen? Another month has gone by and I have found another reason not to write the AI column I keep going on about. Next month. By then I’ll have better concrete examples of how I’ve been using it.
