Boy, howdy, do we have a most interesting trailride ahead, dear saddlepals. There’s intrigue, starvation, deprivation and hunters mistaking a steer for a squirrel. HATE that when it happens. This
I’ve been haunted most of this week. Halloween was Tuesday and just driving through Newhall’s Happy Valley brought back memories. I think my daughter was in third grade. She was,
Absolute Christmas to see you, dear neighbors, saddlepals, newcomers and my treasured Worthless Sons & Daughters of the Wealthy Landowners, Santa Clarita Chapter. We’ve a most interesting trail ride through
More often than not, this poor, put-upon saintly newspaper is on the receiving end of calls for my perfectly formed head. In high-pitched, nasally voices — better suited for local
Top of this fine October fall morning to you, dear amigos and amigo-ettes. We’ve a most amazing trail ride through Santa Clarita Valley history ahead, filled with serial killers, range
Eons ago, I worked for the comedy icon Norman Lear as Useless Corporate Ant No. 14,487, crunching numbers. What struck me about the billionaire was his office. It was completely
A glorious Sunday morning in October, isn’t it, saddlepals? I’d say a perfect morning to climb upon a fine, tall horse and do a little historical sightseeing. This trail ride,
The other night, I was dining with friends and fellow members of The Worthless Sons & Daughters of the Wealthy Landowners, Santa Clarita-Velveeta Chapter. Among our cowboy hat crowd, the
Happy autumn to you, saddlepals. We’ve a most interesting trail ride through Santa Clarita history ahead. There’s meth labs and gunfights, moonshiners, hermits and range wars. You old-timers, help the
One of my favorite eye-rolling statements from the wonderful folk at Fox News goes something like this: “The American people are too smart to stand for this!” Uncannily, Republican elected
This is one of my most favorite times of the calendar — no matter what year — the beginning of autumn. Big, huge, giant sigh of relief because Lord help
There are things one can do as king that one cannot accomplish as congressman. Even with relatively absolute power, the intricacies of human nature appear to thwart the most altruistic
Editor’s note: Due to a periodic shift in the time-travel vortex, the following history feature appears in place of the Time Ranger column this week. John Boston’s regular Time Ranger
Via a finger, I have a question. Is it more important that I have confidence in God? Or, is it more important that God has confidence — a demonstrable confidence
We’ll be starting off today’s trail ride with a feud. With none less than Time Magazine. Just wanted to warn you up front so you’d be loaded for bear. That’s
So. Last week, I got the prostrate operation. I am showered in the blessings of having so many friends who all, coincidentally, share the mental acumen of an eighth grade
Happy darn Santa Clarita Saturday to you, saddlepals. First weekend in September. It’s a grand morning for a trail ride to distant Santa Clarita Valley vistas. We’ve got moonshiners, ranch
Perhaps John Steinbeck is in Heaven, pounding away on yet another flawless masterpiece, pausing to glance down from a cloud and wondering who is swearing at him back on Earth.
Top of another hot August morn to you, dear saddlepals. We’ve a most interesting trail ride through Santa Clarita history ahead. We’ve got unlucky CHP officers, movie stars, moonshiners, plane
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