Earlier this week, Club 77, a bar in Newhall’s sister continent of Australia, outlawed staring. Not that any of The Mighty Signal’s beloved Blotto Stinking Drunk Have You No Shame
There’s one story I particularly NEVER want to revisit. But we’re headed there this Saturday morning, trusty saddlepals. We’re visiting the worst fire in the history of the Santa Clarita
My heart is heavy. I’m still trying to come to terms after I failed recently to make November’s GOP ballot for Wyoming’s 3/8ths of a congressman. Friends consoled me, noting
Well bless your hearts, all you dear friends, neighbors, saddlepals and saddlepal-ettes. Thanks so much for braving the devil’s anvil of a Santa Clarita August and joining me. We’ve a
Hard to believe, but despite all the Happy Face McIRS posters, the government may not necessarily be your BFF palsy-pal, he typed as his voice crept up eight octaves toward
Right out the front door, make sure you dear saddlepals bring your ponchos on this morn’s trail ride. We’ve some epic weather ahead on today’s trek into Santa Clarita history.
I’m not the only one to notice this. But every time I go to the grocery store, which is now six times daily, some miscreant has been shrinking my food.
Well. Happy first weekend of August. Heavens. Where DID the year 2022 go? Welcome to our weekly trail ride onto the back trails of Santa Clarita history. We’ve a
Several years ago, a good pal and I were breakfasting at The Way Station. He was about as high up the Santa Clarita Valley political food chain as you can
Tip of the O’Farrell and a Warm & Western “howdy” to you dear neighbors and saddlepals. We’ve a most interesting trek ahead, into the colorful canyons of Santa Clarita
I must confess. I’ve never been one to think about my derriere. But (no pun intended), since last week, my butt is all I can think about. In my younger
What a Christmas treat in July to see you dear friends and neighbors. We’ve a most interesting trail ride into Santa Clarita fact, lore and legend. Good to see you
I would hope all of us have these profound moments in life we never forget, that haunt us in both an uncomfortable yet good way. Mine was nearly a half-century
We’ve got such an epic trail ride through SCV history ahead, I think perhaps we should pack a lunch. Well. Maybe more than one. There’s tens of thousands of us
So I bought some bubblegum the other day. Like, a lot. I was pushing my cart through one of Santa Clarita’s abundant mega discount box stores and happened to roll
Normally, I don’t throw out to you saddlepals too many unasked-for pieces of advice. But, this morning, if I may offer a polite warning: Don’t be dangling any KFC Extra
DEAR SCOTT — I remember when you sailed away, so long ago. Your 1992 demise was wedged between Halloween and the presidential election, upstaging both. In case you’re not getting The
What a great idea, this United States of America. And what a great idea, this freedom. Much to celebrate, dear saddlepals, on our ride through Santa Clarita history. Much of
Of all the liberal women on Planet Earth, I confidently announce that the absolute A-No. 1 Poor Choice for a Democrat spokeswoman to call for a National Sex Strike is
Summer is just four days old. Well. That’d be the season. Not my former next-door neighbor, the cute and fetching little cowgirl, Summer Mendell. Cripes. Dear Summer’s all grown up