Even in the worst of situations, unless we’re talking about being plopped alive into an industrial wood chipper like that poor lady in “Fargo,” there’s a lesson to be learned. Eeesh. Heavens. I can’t believe I just typed that. Sounds pedantic. It’s...
Maybe 50 years from now, I’ll get my official card as a Newhall old-timer, which allows discounts, like free drinking water at Hart Park and no waiting for a...
Truly, Christy Smith, local state assemblywoman for the Santa Clarita’s Fighting 38th, it pains me to write this. Hate like heck to bag on a fellow Hart High...
Back before the solar system was formed and the loin cloth invented, I was a Mighty Indian. Hart was the SCV’s only high school then and keeping Law &...
The final in a series of 52 commemorating the 100-year anniversary of The Signal “The best way to predict your future is to create it.” — Abraham Lincoln We’ve...
I know. I know. It’s going to take some old-fashioned get-up-&-go followed by one of our oldest friends, Moe Mentum. Climb out of them Posturepedics, sofa...
Like a meandering skunk, the year 2020 is within smelling distance. It’s time to dust off my miserably failed 2019 New Year’s Resolutions and see if they...
Ten days from now comes an anniversary I’m not so certain I yearn to acknowledge. At 12:01, Jan. 1, 2020, I will have worked, off and on, for The Signal for a...
A few days to go. So much to do. How about we steal an instant from infinity and ride a little into yesteryear?
“Alas! How little does the memory of these human inhabitants enhance the beauty of the landscape!” — Henry David Thoreau The Mighty Signal didn’t leap, march...
