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Not at all am I anti-government. Almost daily, a smile creeps upon my countenance as I pass the many tree-lined medians and shrubbery-rich albeit minuscule green spaces of Santa Clarita.

Not at all am I anti-government. Almost daily, a smile creeps upon my countenance as I pass the many tree-lined medians and shrubbery-rich albeit minuscule green spaces of Santa Clarita.

Hey saddlepals and saddlepalettes. Hope you survived the New Year intact and are ready for a full-fledged trek into the lore and history of Santa Clarita’s yesteryears. Bring a thick

I thought of this the other day, the old Jewish wisdom that an idiot can throw a rock into a pond that 10 wise men cannot retrieve. I was on

Let me warn you saddlepals right up front. Take a sweater. Take two or three. This morning’s trail ride through Santa Clarita Valley history has some serious wintry weather ahead on

My Best Pal in the Whole World is Phil Lanier. For 60-plus years, we use Woke Math and identify as 8-year-olds. Christmas can’t officially commence without our phone call. We

You know, if I could be fooled about the ongoing nature of life, I might be tempted to feel sad a pinch. This is the last trail ride of 2003

Who. The heck. Am I kidding. We’re starting the hopefully illustrious New Year of 2024 shortly. Well. At least I am. If it isn’t just like me, I believe this

Doggone it saddlepals, just want to take my hat off and wish all of you a peaceful and Western Christmas coming this Monday. Having said that, I’m going to hold

Christmas is not just around the corner, it’s here. Salivating and chest heaving, it’s pounding on the front door like the Tasmanian Devil in a Daffy Duck cartoon. I can’t

A crisp and cool Saturday morning in December to you, saddlepals. Just mosey over to The Mighty Signal’s hitching post and amongst the tens of thousands of fine steeds, a

All y’all! Merry Christmas to all on the Palmdale family tree, which, some wiseacres in our link like to point out is more like a limbless stump connecting directly to

A warm and Western “howdy” to you, saddlepals. Or, should I say, a warm and Western — “hello?” Got a great little tidbit on that word we all (hopefully!) say

Recently, our organized crime-figure president, Joe Biden, released a series of bulleted talking points to make Thanksgiving family get-togethers even more hellish. The comedy troupe formerly known as the Democratic

This is always a discombobulating time of the year for me. It’s so profoundly beautiful, flirting with being warm. It can’t be that there’s only four weeks-ish until Christmas. Much

M y parents named me Walter Stanislav Cieplik Jr. and I’m not quite sure how I got old. Well. Let’s just say, approaching middle age. I was named after my

Drat if there isn’t exactly a month until Christmas. I haven’t even remotely begun to think about shopping. If I can steal an old vaudeville line, let me just break

DEAREST PRESIDENT XI JINPING — Top of the morning to you, amigo. Howzithanging? Representing the citizens of the riparian and gentrified community of SClarita, California, home to braindead yuppies without

Tip of the hat to all y’all thousands of saddlepals this wonderful Signal Saturday morn. Those lids secure on the lattes? Got the sunglasses on tight? Facing the right way

It is beyond wearying trying to keep up with the shenanigans of the politicians and bureaucrats without number that plague the American landscape. I just spent several hours trying to

Seems we finally have some proper fall weather for moseying. Good thing, too. We’ve got a most interesting trail ride ahead through Santa Clarita history. Unlike our own well-mannered saddlepals,