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You might notice that big, huge commercial blue trash bin at the end of the stables. Do drop your excuses about how you need to sleep in and recover from

You might notice that big, huge commercial blue trash bin at the end of the stables. Do drop your excuses about how you need to sleep in and recover from

I blew myself out of the water last Sunday. It was late afternoon that I learned the Oscars were on that night. I hardly go to movies anymore. I’ll watch

This week’s trail ride marks one of this valley’s top claims to, if not fame, then infame. This marks the 98th anniversary of the great St. Francis Dam Disaster — the second-worst thing to happen to Californians in history and

For the first time since the Pleistocene, I was without cellphone for a few days. It was both 19.6 on the Richter Hysterical Yuppie Sissy Scale, and, heaven. I was

Hope you all are having a fine Saturday morning. We have a great little adventure ahead of us, including the great discovery of gold in this here valley, and a band of Protestant lynchers

DEAR PRESIDENT TRUMP — Hi! I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Bob. Bob Ali. Subordinate Holy Lance Private and The People’s Most Blindingly Revered Ayatollah No. 37, Supreme Leader Of

This fine Signal Saturday morn, amen boy howdy, do we have a swell trek ahead. We’ll investigate an amazing tale of being shanghaied and a wild hunt for Hell’s Angels hiding in the chaparral. (For you new Time Ranger saddlepals unfamiliar

Where’s Bugs and Bullwinkle? The ducks, Daffy and Donald? Professor Peabody (the world’s smartest talking dog) and those affable mice — Jerry, Mighty and Mickey? We even had a cartoon

We’ve a most interesting trek ahead through Santa Clarita Valley history, what with glass volcanoes, presidential candidates, Mr. Jane Fonda and a California Highway Patrol feeding frenzy. Left foot goes in the stirrup. Bounce a little. Hop on up. If you’ve done

I was pretty darn happy when we became a city in 1987. But then, a bittersweet realization visited: “In two or three generations, Santa Clarita will end up just like the

Being straight as Interstate 5 past Bakersfield and in a confident, male, heterosexual fashion, I truly wish all you dear Santa Clarita saddlepals a most enjoyable, meaningful and sweet Valentine’s Day today. May all

DEAR ST. VALENTINE — I’m not even sure if you’re the right person to address with this missive. But, for decades, a question has plagued me. Why did you force

Aren’t we positively lucky, to be living in a Garden of Eden where it’s a million below zero back east and we’re lounging resplendent in T-shirt weather? C’mon. Slip that left boot toe into

On any given day, there is a given day. Every blank space on the calendar comes with some sort of “National” or “Official” warning on the label. Let’s take today,

Boy howdy, what with predatory black panthers, a Ripley’s local Believe it or Not oak, ghost camels and your usual smattering of crooks, nuts, bunglers and gee-whiz info, we’re going to be hitting the history trail running, amigos. Hop

I’ve been driving up and down Santa Clarita’s longest-existing typographical error since I was a kid. Bouquet Canyon Road would unofficially shut down, allowing Basque shepherds to cross with sheep

Boy howdy, we’ve got an absolutely eerie trail ride through local history ahead, amigos and amigo-ettes. Eerie, I say. And it’s not even close to Halloween. We’ve got Hollywood gangsters, dens of iniquity,

Once I had the neatest conversation with Chuck Norris. You know. Karate guy? Movie and TV star? One of Earth’s toughest people? I was sports editor then and it couldn’t

For some of us, it’s a couple days past the deadline to get our quarterly tax payments postmarked. For the rest of you wage monkeys, it’s time to don a huge smile, check the cinches and swing a (one and

Years ago, I borrowed a wonderful and highly recommended book from my daughter’s teacher. Ken Lavner was light years beyond a gifted mentor — brilliant, light-hearted, unbudgingly firm, strong and