Best of Boston: The following column was originally published Aug. 11, 2023. I am probably the absolute last person to write an essay on dressing up. Except for a gorilla suit
Just a perfect darn day to saddle up with a few thousand good friends and neighbors and kick up a little dust back in the day when we had an
Dear Mrs. Ellen Rubin Gordon, CEO, Tootsie Roll Pops, All Chocolate Division — Before I inquire about how your day is going, I must ask, with no malice: “What The
Make sure you do some of those yuppie Mousercise stretch regimens. We’ve a grand adventure ahead. We’ve critters to discuss — from condors and wayward ducks to dog soldiers and COC’s
I’ve been blessed with many dear friends who also carry the job description of “HERO.” I marvel at the challenges many have not only met, but also conquered. A few
Top of the Saturday morning in March to you, oh recalcitrant bunk huggers and beauty resters. C’mon. Daylight is starting to burn and we’ve much snooping ahead in the back
My father is still with me, bringing a fond shaking of the head and a smile. Dad was one tough son of a gun. At 5, he lost his father
Saddlepals. You don’t want to say this too loud our in front of a mount that reads lips. BUT — It’s Leap Year. SHHHHH! Just wanted to warn some of
A few years back, I was in the bleachers for one of those backyard political debates. On the Left was a 30-something foppish Disney executive. On the Right? My dopey sister-like
A warm and Western howdy to you dear saddlepals. Hope all’s been well and ducky for all y’all, and then some. We’ve a most compelling trek into the back canyons
There’s one thing to this day that I never cared about regarding my father. He lived to be just about 90 and, in all those years, he never once used
Hope you’re having a good 2024 weekend morning, dear saddlepals. Trust you’re well-rested ready for a little fresh air and adventure. What pleasant vistas and odd vignettes await. We’ll meet
Hard to believe, but up until the late 1970s, we had two sheriff’s deputies here in Santa Clarita who worked — full-time and then some — on the livestock rustling
One bona fide heck of a trail ride into Santa Clarita Valley history for us, dear saddlepals, amigos and amoebas. It’s our 105th anniversary and I thank The Mighty Signal.
I love the rain, I always have. Some of the more peaceful places I can return to are memories of the heavenly gift. This week was no different. Rain washes away
We’re starting off today’s trail ride by welcoming a new and permanent saddlepal. My longtime amigo, Tom Frew The Fourth Only In Pretentious Roman Numerals, made his transition a short
Hey Tom Frew, wherever you may be. Thinking of you with an enormous smile, wishing we were, again, sitting across from one another at some fly-rich burrito-o-torium in Camarillo, exchanging
Well howdy dear Santa Clarita amigos, amigoettes and those who have to pay extra baggage charges for their pronouns. Nice to see all y’all. We’ve just a wonderful and scenic
DEAREST CAMERON SMYTH, MOST HIGH HOLY & EXALTED MUCKY MUCK MAYOR OF THE CITY OF SCLARITA — Once again, I place digits to keyboard in a humble effort to lighten
Sure has been a little more than brisk lately, with the cold winds blasting down from the Tehachapis. Make sure the lids to your designer latte sippy cups are firm