Editor’s note: The following “Best of Boston” column was originally published Aug. 11, 2023. I am probably the absolute last person to write an essay on dressing up. Except for
You up yet? Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. And sorry again. I know. It’s the weekend and the sun isn’t up. Couldn’t we be civilized and just skip our Saturday horseback ride
Dear Southern California Edison, Thank you just oodles for your recent correspondence and concern, urging my caution for slicing the main wire that connects Los Angeles to San Diego while
Make sure those fetching designer cowboy and cowgirl hats are on tight. We’ve got low-flying Santa Clarita Valley UFOs overhead. It’s going to be a beautiful and exciting trek into
Recently, President Joe Biden surprised the planet and agreed to debate former President Donald Trump in two televised meetings. Supposedly, one is in June and one is in September. A
Getting shot in the butt while you’re hopping on one foot, trying to put your pants on. HATE when that happens. But that’s what happened to our own legendary bandito,
Oh I’ve died and, save for $9,420 plus tax, gone to heaven. A pal recently sent me a link noting that they now are selling a Flame-Throwing Robot Dog. Besides
Don’t mean to moan and whine as it’s most non-cowboyish, but one has to get up mighty darn early to saddle several thousand horses for these weekend trail rides. A
Over the centuries, scientists and philosophers have pondered Heaven and Hell, other dimensions. The Vikings had Valhalla, a laughably violent realm where warriors battled all day and hacked each other
Sure love this pleasant May weather. Wish the days and nights could be this way all year long. What say we take some of it back with us on our
COLUMNIST NOTE: This pains me to add the clarification of “SATIRE” prior to this alleged prose. It’s like adding the disclaimer of, “LOOK OUT! WITCHES!!” before staging “MacBeth.” To be
Well howdy, dear Santa Clarita saddlepals. Hope I’m not too early. But, just outside, I’ve got several thousand noble steeds all saddled up and ready for our Signal Saturday trail
I was touched and saddened to hear the other day that the Deity of Dumbness, the high god of Democrats, Joe Biden, had an uncle eaten by cannibals. I hate that
Any of you saddlepals feeling a mite puny due to a wasted Friday night of margaritas, month-old salsa dysentery? Not to worry. We’ve an entire saddlebag full of Tataviam homeopathics
I am running for the highest office in the land this November. I confess. My motives are far from altruistic. An episode sent me over the edge last week. After
The weather has been simply mellow lately, a little bit of rain, a lot of gentle sunshine. You can just hear the wildflowers and weeds just sighing in delight. I
Hey Dear R.P.P. (Roger Palmer Pal) … When we chat about that April 5, I hardly know what to say. A contrite “thank you” isn’t remotely enough. Historians call that
This wonderful first Saturday in April of 2024, we’ve a most interesting trail ride ahead. Make sure you’re snug in those saddles. We’ve got a major earthquake to ride through.
One of the dearest people in my life is my baby sibling-like substance, Hondo Boston-Peters. Simply adore the guy. Hondo is a nickname because his real name is John and
Small confession? I’ve been simply humbled over how beautiful Santa Clarita has been through late winter and early spring. What’s ahead? Everything from Santa Clarita Valley mastodons to an amazing