I’ve oft said how quickly time passes. Seems like just yesterday we were riding in an unusually cold January. Now, forecasted is a rather pleasant Labor Day weekend with a
My dopey sister-like substance Leslie’s kids are all grown up. Her oldest is still effortlessly and movie star gorgeous. Yet, technically, she becomes a senior citizen next month. Returning for
Well howdy there, you late sleepers and big dreamers. C’mon. Get your little sleepy latte-sipping selves into some old jeans and comfy boots. We’ve some trail-riding ahead. On this morning’s
Downtown Newhall’s fire early Monday was many things, all incongruous. How can a raging fire destroy our heritage in this SciFi-sounding year of 2026? Shouldn’t this be an issue of
Top of the morning to you all, saddlepals. C’mon. Let’s climb out of those condos and overpriced mansions you bunkhuggers. It’s time for a brand new trail ride into the
Most of us have seen those YouTube videos of psycho women on a rampage. Like rabid hippos, they attack, fists flailing and fleshy tummies exposed. Blue language spews from high-pitched
Nice morning for a trail ride into yesteryear, dear saddlepals. We’ve got porn stars and outlaws, cross-dressing baseball players and one of the bigger trailer park brouhahas on record. There’s
Funny thing? Twenty years ago this week, this was the oddest Santa Clarita Valleyv August. Cold nights. Drizzly mornings. Beats any quadruple-digit egg evaporator. This morning we’ve interesting vistas ahead. There’s beginnings and endings, ghostly canyons and ancient graffiti. We’ll be saying howdy to crooks, firebugs, movie stars,
On a subject like genius, you’d think there’d be agreement about how many kinds of intelligence exist. Experts argue, claiming there’s between four and 12 categories. It begs the question
I’ll never forget, sharing a cold beer with a few rowdy, patriotic and hard-riding cowboy friends. One of them nearly got a tear in his eye and wanted to propose a toast before
At least for the summers, I’ve been trying to move out of this darn place for almost 60 years. Never much of a fan of mercury’s broiling tantrums stretching from
Ouch. Eeeesh. Amen. Boy howdy. The way the mercury’s been bubbling, perhaps we ought to just monkey with the time continuum a smidge and go back in history to some distant November. In Switzerland. Well. Let’s not be
There are things I miss about a place called home. Clem Cox was a major uber old-time rancher and he used to grin that he had lived in nine different
Big surprise? It’s hotter than heck. Top of the mid-July Sunday morn to you, amigos, amigo-ettes, amoebas and amoeba-ettes (the last two being sort-of Spanish for cute little wiggly friends). I vote we skip
So. I got scammed. Well. Nearly. I’m not out cash, but, I frittered away valuable time. They say you can’t kid a kidder. The person who said that? They’re a
Top of the Signal Saturday morning to you, dear saddlepals. A most excellent adventure ahead have we, what with giant bears, an unusual shooting (and reason because) of a Highway Patrolman and Fourth of
I feel a bit like the proverbial frog in boiling water. You know the fable. You plop a toad in a pot and he doesn’t notice the temperature rising as
Today, this glorious, once in a forever eon, each in our own way, it’s our day to howl. Happy Independence Day, dear saddlepals. Happy 250th Birthday and Happy Time Ranger adventure. Isn’t it just beyond grand
I am Chinese, a visitor from far away, forced to return to the country of my roots, a home I can no longer stomach. A scant five years ago, I
What with the death of Bill Hart, the most bizarre traffic stop in history, Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis visiting here, and an entire passel of ¡¡¡No me lo puedo creer!!! (“You’ve Got to Be Kidding Me!!!”) stories,