Today's Opinions

  • Nuestra Historia - ... sometimes go awry: Raynolds, Long and Storrie

    He helped rebuild San Francisco after the 1906 earthquake, and had just completed the famed Rock Mile tunnel in that city, when he heard he might be needed in Las Vegas, New Mexico.

    He was told the land grant board in that faraway city was having trouble with its plans for a mammoth reservoir and irrigation project, which was at a standstill after D.A. Camfield gave up in frustration and abandoned the project in 1912.

  • Another Perspective - Overcoming New Mexico’s challenges

    The 2012 election season was one of the most divisive, partisan and personal that New Mexico has faced. It will be hard and it will take time to heal the wounds, but it is critical that we do so and move away from campaigning and toward governing as fast as possible if we are to make any progress overcoming the tremendous challenges facing New Mexico.

  • National thanks

    It’s that time of year in which we express our appreciation for what’s good in this world. Following are a few thanksgivings from our perspective on the nation.

  • Editorial Cartoons - Nov. 21, 2012
  • Work of Art - Ultima, ultimately

    The first time many of us saw Rudolfo Anaya was when he spoke to Highlands students and staff in a packed Sala de Madrid, around 1972.

    He had just completed his first — and in my opinion, his best — novel, “Bless Me, Ultima,” now a movie that my family and I saw at a multi-screen theater in Santa Fe last weekend.

  • Concede vote and negotiate

    Finally, a ruling in Alta Vista Regional Hospital’s legal challenge to a 121-73 vote held five years ago in favor of a union for hospital employees — and the U.S. Court of Appeals decision is about as damning as they come.

    Just read this verbiage in the ruling in reference to “a blizzard of arguments” challenging the vote supervised by the National Labor Relations Board.

  • Editorial Cartoon - Nov. 19, 2012
  • Editor's Note - Home and family

    Eight years.

    That’s how long I’ve lived in Las Vegas. Long enough to have become familiar with the community and its people, but not nearly long enough to become anything other than an outsider, at least to some people.

    I guess I don’t mind. I was born and raised in Arkansas, and yet I’ve always felt sort of different there too.

    Unless I’m with my family. There, I belong.