Did I remind all you saddlepals last week to set your clocks back an hour? If you didn’t, with the extra week, you may now set them back two hours.
So the perky Somali pirate — I mean, Santa Clarita Valley’s sister district congresswoman from Minnesota — is in hot water. Again. The North Star State’s angry cover concubine, Ilhan
Well, saddlepals. Mwa-ha. Mwa-ha-ha. Happy Darn Halloween! May you trick or treat at the nosebleed end of high-income neighborhoods tonight and may all the houses hand out 5-pound boxes of
What a phantasmagorical and cosmic aligning of the stars. It’s Halloween, Daylight Savings Time and a national midterm election, all colliding. What shall become of us? Shall Earth wobble off
Top of a beautiful October morn to you, dear saddlepals. C’mon. I’ve thousands of horses saddled, waiting for this morning’s trek into the yesteryear of Santa Clarita, and I think
I was disappointed last week when the season’s first big El Niño event was scheduled to arrive. Mother Nature lost her day-planner this year. After a spring lasting 18.3 minutes,
Top of the Saturday morn to you, fellow history trail riders. On this very expedition, we’ll be exploring some interesting back roads. If we were to assign a theme for
To earn a buck, I’ve donned three piece suits or farmer bibs. An epoch ago, it was a Saugus summer, hotter than Ella Langley in a cowhide bikini and partial
Well. Let’s see. Saddlehorn is facing toward the sky instead of the sprinklers, so that’s a good start. The time vortex continuum seems to be humming happily. It’s Saturday. What
I’ve noticed a disturbing trend. I’ll not accuse the addendum health care helpers going all Beelzebub. However. At the very least, they’re flirting with ninja. Chiropractic. Dental. Henry Mayo Newhall
Heavens to Betsy Wrage, please. With sugar atop. Will somebody tell me it’s not October already and, worse, it’s the October in the advanced year of 2026? Do you have
Today, my Mr. SCV column is about weight. I may have too much of it, which may be OK because Halloween is right around the corner and I could tell
Heavens, saddlepals. To where has this 2026 disappeared? Last trail ride of September. October and Halloween are right around the corner and we’re already into autumn. As my dear, dear
I have a wild, Irish friend. In life’s humdrummia, where others crawl an inch a lifetime, Brian Lally galloped a thousand years ahead, madcap, laughing, weeping, making friends, taking no
I can’t recall quietly sitting on the edge of you trail riders’ yuppie waterbeds and whispering, “Shhhh. There-there. Just close your eyes and sleep in this morning. Today’s trail ride
I had the most entertaining call last week. A dear old pal phoned. He was editing some journalism drivel and, no. No need to jump to snarky conclusions. This has
There’s many stops to make this week, amigos. We’ve got Rudolph Valentino to say howdy to — well. Maybe more of an adios. There’s bandits, Geronimo, blowhards, the first local
Years ago, I wrote a pretty good novel if I do say so myself. “The Melancholy Samurai” is about a regular guy who’s given the opportunity to rid the world
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