
John Boston | Job of the Future: The Food Taster
Looking back, I’ve been blessed more than most men. But, there is a yawning chasm of personal achievement in my life that haunts me. I’ve never had a food

Looking back, I’ve been blessed more than most men. But, there is a yawning chasm of personal achievement in my life that haunts me. I’ve never had a food

A most warm and Western howdy to you all, dear saddlepals. We’ve a most excellent adventure ahead. We’ll be oohing and aahing over 8-pound gold nuggets, epic tunnels, August flash

Small things disturb me. Like, Phasers. You know. “Phased Array Emitter?” Remember? From the old 1966 TV show, “Star Trek?” Bill Shatner. Captain Kirk. “Boldly go where no man has

Top of a summer Saturday in the riparian Santa Clarita to you, dear saddlepals and saddlepal-ettes. We’ve a grand trail ride through local history ahead. There’s movie stars both local

I am probably the absolute last person to write an essay on dressing up. Except for a gorilla suit and my cherished Wilt Chamberlain No. 13 wife-beater basketball jersey, I could

A pleasant and sultry first Saturday in August to you, saddlepals. C’mon. Swish around a little of that designer mouthwash. Slide into your loafers. Get a decent pair of sunglasses.

The other day, I was chatting with a dear friend who still lugged around one of those old-fashioned beasties upon his tightly wound shoulders we older people like to call,

A happy Late July/Hotter Than Hades morn to you, saddlepals. Best we climb out of those bunks and hop into our saddles (taking the all-important middle step of putting on

My mind is oft occupied by odd thoughts and that is why I’m not on the receiving end of The Big Bucks. Or, a heartfelt and long-lasting Hug Of Appreciation

A sultry Sunday morning to you, saddlepals. Make sure those canteens are filled. Best we keep hydrated in today’s trail ride through SCV time. There’s knuckleheaded crooks, a big potato

I was often haunted by a childhood more horror movie than “Leave it to Beaver” but, those harsh memories have mostly drifted, replaced by recollections of blessings. Despite the cowboy hat,

Whelp. I have to ask. This fine, July Saturday morn, how the canned peach- eating heck are you, dear saddlepals? Right on schedule, ahead we’ve a mighty fine trail ride

I seem to remember being just drug-addict junkie hooked on “Yellowstone.” I am, of course, talking about the hit Paramount TV modern Western. Not the solemn one-word diagnosis from our

A happy and belated 247th birthday to — well. Whom else? Us. Great darn country and then some. Let’s do our part to keep this wonderful American civilization growing in

There’s an election sneaking up. Before he’s put to a firing squad for treason, my president, Joe “The Chinese Warlord” Biden, thought it might be a crackerjack idea to come

A glorious and most happy Mighty Signal weekend morning to you all, dear saddlepals. We’ve one heck of a grand ride ahead through the back trails of SCV history. There’s

Never been much of a hot-weather person and while these are the early days of summer, I surely wouldn’t mind seeing June gloom all the way up to October. Followed

It was a heck of a week, probably payback karma. A half-century ago, I tortured my poor best friend, Phil Lanier. Philzy was taking a computer programming class our frosh

I’m in the midst of an interesting life and I’ve set some world records that may never be broken. For a couple of things, honest to goodness, I’ve never fallen

Top of a sweet Santa Clarita late-spring morning to you, saddlepals. I’ve several thousand fresh mounts all saddled, trained as good listeners and ready for our usual Mighty Signal trail