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Today's Opinions

  • Thumbs: Our high country lowdown on the news, Feb. 9, 2018

    THUMBS DOWN: FEWER STATEMENTS, MORE ANSWERS
    While we applaud the two recent town hall meetings where Mayor Tonita Gurulé-Giron and a number of city department heads discussed projects and challenges, the format for the Jan. 30 meeting may have been a wee-bit too speaker-heavy, as several heads of departments detailed nearly every aspect of their work.

  • Thoughts about those who shape our lives

    When you’ve lived a full life, you think back on those who helped shape you into who you are. Parents and spouses immediately come to mind for most folks, but people you meet along the way also make their mark on you.

  • Editorial cartoon, Friday, Feb. 9, 2018

    Editorial cartoon, Friday, Feb. 9, 2018.

  • ‘A zero chance of precip’

    And for the zillionth time this winter, KFUN’s Joseph Baca has announced, “There is zero chance of precipitation today.”
    Can’t this station manager come up with better announcements?
    But we ought not blame him, as his job is only reporting the news, not determining it.

    Each day that I hear that dismal announcement I long for the days of yore when Mother Nature used to provide beneficence. Or at least some snow.

  • Editorial cartoon, Wednesday, Feb. 7, 2018

    Editorial cartoon, Wednesday, Feb. 7, 2018.

  • Parents, we get it — it’s scary

    News about the extent of Michigan gymnastic coach’s abuse, during his recent trial and sentencing hearings, is undoubtedly going to fuel the already high level of vigilance many parents have toward social activities and which adults are engaging or communicating with their children.

    We get it. And, in most cases, parents will have very solid reasons for going perhaps much further in the direction of caution than most of us, including other parents, anticipated.

  • ‘Afterschool’ defined — then and now

    Remember after school when you jumped off the school bus and dashed into the house where your mother handed you a glass of milk and a homemade oatmeal raisin cookie?

    You gobbled up your snack before grabbing your bike or your baseball mitt. Then you headed outdoors to play with the neighbor kids until sundown when you slowly trudged home for supper and homework and, if you were lucky, half an hour of television.

  • Letters to the Editor, Sunday, Feb. 4, 2018

    For Mildred Terr
    Taking the liberty to speak for my family, we appreciate all the wonderful friends and neighbors who paid respects to my mother, Mildred Terr, on her passing a couple months ago. I really believe there are no warmer and kinder people than right here in Las Vegas.

    Many people have asked me over the years how we happened to come to Las Vegas in 1958. Well, we lived in a small tourist town in Michigan, and there were not enough patients for all the doctors there, so my dad advertised for a position, anywhere in the U.S.