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
I swear hardly at all. One should save the SHIFT/Top Of The Keyboard for issues vital or recalcitrant. So. Here goes. For The Love Of Mike, Get Your ¡£!#ª∞%$›fi™ Butt
A happy first weekend in June to you, saddlepals. Boy. This time thing just seems to run away with us. It’s a good thing we can magically avoid it by
Dear Esteemed Mayor-for-Life Jason “No Argonauts” Gibbs: Taking digits to keyboard, I bring attention to a problem most dangerous, pressing and odious to everyone inside the metaphorical walls of el