You know, saddlepals, we’re normally pretty loosey goosey when it comes to who can ride next to whom. However, as we head out this morning, I’m afraid we’ll have to
Here I am, so close to middle age. I so could have used this expression in school, at work, in relationships, when pulled over far too many times by the
Along with the usual smattering of crooks, conmen, inept leaders, awful accidents, mayhem, mirth and murder, we’re going to take an exceptionally long look at one of our world-famous movie
This morning, dear saddlepals and saddlepal-ettes. We’ve a most splendiferous trail ride ahead into Santa Clarita’s back trails of lore and history. Too bad we can’t warn some of the
I don’t know if Ricky Deising slept with one of Genghis Khan’s wives in a previous life to warrant banishment to South Russia or if Ricky D’s the luckiest guy
Oh sleepy little saddlepals … time to wake uh-up. Starting to get light and we’ve got several thousand prime steeds saddled and patiently waiting down below on your lovely CC&R-maintained
I participated in my first-ever Trump rally last weekend. Sat in a giant thwoppida-thwoppida diesel pickup with a dear pal driving. I’m guessing there were 100 to 150 vehicles. Big-asterisk 4-by-4s.
Offering yet another soft, “Warm Western Howdies” this fine Signal Saturday morning. They don’t cost much and meant not to startle. Oh. Sorry about the spurs on the condo carpeting.
My first instinct is to point a gnarled index finger at just — SOMEBODY. With email, texts, UPS, FedEx, the 21st century forest deity of cell-phoning, Zoom, the hassle of
Top of a Mighty Signal September Saturday morn to you, saddlepals and saddlepalettes. We’ve a most interesting adventure ahead, what with dumbbell deer hunters, record heat waves and poison water
A warm and Western howdy, Santa Clarita saddlepals. Time to shake loose the bed bugs and wiggle into some jeans (non-designer). Shirt, boots (just two) and a fetching cowboy hat
It lay abandoned, on the department store floor, toy aisle if memory serves. I pretty much lived The Childhood Unsupervised and was in third grade. Someone had dropped a perfectly
Hey saddlepals. Absolute vainglorious weekend in late summer to be having a trail ride through local history’s back canyons. While it’s pleasant in the here-&-now, you might want to take
My daughter was home for a scant three weeks and one of our favorite things is to run errands around the valley where I can bore her to tears with
It’s a fine weekend morning to be up in the saddle — pals o’ SClarita lore and legend. What’s say we check out some vistas from yesteryear? Be real careful
DEAR BEN SHAPIRO — Thank you, sir, for testifying, with Cyrano-like elan, before Congress recently about liberal censorship. You and I point out the Emperor Has No Clothes. No surprise.
Top of the Sunday morn to you, saddlepals. C’mon. Stretch. Breathe. Take a swig of juice, milk, coffee, or whiskey in a dirty glass (provided you’re over 21 both legally
Back when I was little, I fretted about existential crises, like would I be required to smoke cigarettes as a grown-up, or, how, or, more importantly, why, one would find
Top of the August 2024 morn to you, trail riders and dear friends of local history. We’ve a most interesting trek ahead, what with some eye-wateringly dumb crooks and an
I swim. Regularly. I actually cheat-swim in that sometimes I use small swim flippers, which makes the difference of racing through the water in an 1,100-horsepower cigarette boat or dragging