Tipping my terribly expensive but utilitarian O’Farrell hat toward the direction of you ladies and offering a positive “Howdy” to the menfolk. What say we all climb aboard the thousands of ponies I’ve brought?
Author - John Boston
No. 33 in a series of 52 commemorating the 100-year anniversary of The SignalHow many words has this paper printed in a century? Rough guess — it’s in the...
Some may point a bony, quivering finger and warn that dire things approach. Fistfights nationwide erupt over open borders, the proper amount of melanin in our...
No. 32 in a series of 52 commemorating the 100-year anniversary of The Signal Growing up here, and I still am, the Santa Clarita has provided me with a lovely...
Dear Katie Hill, Read, with interest, a quote from you. It appeared in a recent web issue of Time Magazine and was about the move to impeach President Donald...
I used to, and still do, kid my friend and Signal Editor Tim Whyte. Many of us who have written editorials sometimes hit both a wall of inspiration and a three...
I can picture my father at 9, an athletic, simple farm boy, sweet, shy, misplaced. He was always embarrassed to smile, though he did so perfectly. In a blink...
No. 30 in a series of 52 commemorating 100-year anniversary of The Signal Just about everyone in the Santa Clarita Valley has driven past what used to be the...
It’s not entirely too bad for a late July in Santa Clarita. C’mon. Hop up on one of the noble steeds that I’ve talked into giving you a ride. Bring a slicker...
Many are those who have more problems than me. Still. I love to visit my health club’s Olympic-sized pool and wash away my sins, my pressures, shortcomings and...
