So I bought some bubblegum the other day. Like, a lot. I was pushing my cart through one of Santa Clarita’s abundant mega discount box stores and happened to roll
Normally, I don’t throw out to you saddlepals too many unasked-for pieces of advice. But, this morning, if I may offer a polite warning: Don’t be dangling any KFC Extra
DEAR SCOTT — I remember when you sailed away, so long ago. Your 1992 demise was wedged between Halloween and the presidential election, upstaging both. In case you’re not getting The
What a great idea, this United States of America. And what a great idea, this freedom. Much to celebrate, dear saddlepals, on our ride through Santa Clarita history. Much of
Of all the liberal women on Planet Earth, I confidently announce that the absolute A-No. 1 Poor Choice for a Democrat spokeswoman to call for a National Sex Strike is
Summer is just four days old. Well. That’d be the season. Not my former next-door neighbor, the cute and fetching little cowgirl, Summer Mendell. Cripes. Dear Summer’s all grown up
What should I complain about today? Funny career I’ve chosen, writing the bottom end of tens of thousands of opinion pieces, complaining about wars, stupidity, that new crappy excuse for
Not only is today’s trail ride into Santa Clarita lore and history pretty darn interesting, some of us might get a pharmacist’s degree out of today’s pleasant ordeal. We’ve an
For decades now, I love keeping track of the weather. I love checking on friends scattered across the country. It’s 100 here and Tweedie’s Montana is flooding. Jan in Idaho
A warm and Western howdy to you, dear saddlepals. Good to see you all again. Looks like we’ve a most action-packed time ride through SCV history ahead. There’s new gold
A couple months ago, I was summoned to the Backwoods Inn. Two dear pals were finishing dinner. Miracle of cellphones, they called to ask if I wanted to join them
A warm & Western howdy to you grizzled back-canyon Santa Clarita old-timers, you bunk-hugging newbies just stumbling out of your yuppie concentration camp condos, my 3.5 personal friends, and even
I didn’t have a normal childhood. I remember making a perfectly reasonable, second-grade-request to my parents for a dog. Specifically? Lassie. And if they couldn’t kidnap the TV star hound,
I can’t recall, in all these decades of organizing these horse rides into yesteryear, where I’ve said: “Ahhh, just sleep in. It’s going to be a boring trailride.” Keeping with
So I’m running for governor. Like, of California. And if you don’t vote for me, you’re a racist. See how you like that following you around the rest of your
Amen boy howdy, we’ve a most eclectic and entertaining trail ride ahead. Put your collective foot in the collective stirrup. When you swing up and onto the saddle, do note:
I was delighted that, after 50 years, Congress is holding hearings about the existence of UFOs. A committee has been poring over thousands of out-of-focus, fuzzy images of something flying
Top of a mid-May Sunday morn’ to you, dear saddlepals. We’ve a most excellent ride ahead through the back trails of Santa Clarita Valley history — much and then-some to
Years ago, a dear liberal friend of mine since childhood took me to lunch for the express purpose of me explaining conservatism. She finally put two-&-two together that all her
Well slap my burrito, a Cálido y occidental howdy to you saddlepals, saddlepal-ettes, vaqueros and vaqueritas this Cinco de Mayo weekend. This morning, we’ve got an interesting tale of roving
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