Is it me? Or does January sure seem to disappear in a hurry? Again, be thankful we can travel through history so time just doesn’t seem so all-fired important. This
Just this week, I stumbled upon Mary Eberstadt for the first time. Mary’s an essayist, novelist, lecturer, research fellow-ette at the Hoover Institute and, damn her eyes, a woman conservative
We’ve an interesting trail ride through local history, amigos and amigo-ettes. Hold firm on those reins and hide the baby’s eyes. We’ve got giant naked men ransacking houses. There’s train
Recent discoveries at several hundred Santa Clarita Valley homes, businesses and enterprises of more illegal Joe Biden documents have shocked the nation and may lead to the president’s impeachment. On
Top of The Mighty Signal weekend morning to you, amigos and amigo-ettes. You’re just not going to believe the adventures ahead of us this fine winter’s day. We’ve got mule-eating
I was driving up Valley Street earlier this week with my all-time favorite relative. She just turned 20 the day before. I am still frankly flummoxed how miracles happen in
Being the sympathetic soul I am, I know some of you are still suffering from New Year’s Eve hangovers from a week ago. So. I’m going to be 21st-century sensitive
DEAR EDDIE LOYOLA; POSTMASTER; SANTA CLARITA POST OFFICE: Hope the holidays were more than kind to you and the wonderful staff at the post office on Lyons and pretty much,
No need to be sad or depressed, saddlepals. This is the absolute very last Time Ranger trail ride for 2022. On the bright side, we are in the business of
I have to admit. I’m not at all sad to say, “Kiss my rural dusty butt to 2022 and don’t let the screen door catch you on the Achilles tendon on
With all the frantic holiday rushing we’re all going through, I’d like to offer the simple gift of hooky this weekend morning. What say. Shall we take a few minutes,
I’ll take it but it doesn’t seem right. The high in Santa Clarita for Christmas Day is supposed to be a blistering 73 degrees, sunny and one degree above perfect.
A top of a fine Saturday morning to you, dear saddlepals. We have a most excellent adventure ahead on the back trails of Santa Clarita history. There’s monkey lovers, blizzards,
Well, Heavens. The Apocalypse Itself must be upon us. I actually got this yuletide missive MAILED before Christmas! What with COVID and the Antelope Valley’s hardscrabble life, it’s good to
Well howdy, dear saddlepals. Hope you’re having a cozy late autumn Sunday. I’ve a few thousand ponies hitched, all saddled and ready to mosey. Shall we take a ride into
Dear me how time flies and I think it was eight years ago. My daughter and I spent a couple of Christmas weeks by ourselves at our friend’s tony beach
I must apologize up front. Certainly, I don’t plan these adventures. But do be warned. There’s are more than a few vistas facing us not for pearl clutchers or the
So. If I were filling out one of the endless federal government We’re Annoying You For Your Own Good forms, I’d have to check the escape-clause box known as: “OTHER.”
Howdy, Pilgrims. I only get to say that once a year, around Thanksgiving, so as Jack Lemmon once said in “The Great Race,” “Pardon me mistuh pahdnuh…” We’ve got a
Over the years, I’ve returned from prettier places. There’s that familiar sickening and Pavlovian reaction, when the air wing brakes lower, and your jet lurches into descent, slowing down over