Like most, I have a serious Love/Hate relationship with Facebook. I haven’t figured out how to completely wash its smarmy germs off my skin, but, I also haven’t been on
Well a good Santa Clarita spring morning to you, saddlepals and saddlepal-ettes. See you’re all well-outfitted with those cute little chrome and Styrofoam latte mugs. April. Designer coffee. Tall in
Despite flirting with the life agrarian, I’ve never been a morning person. Pre-10 a.m.? I need a spatula to get out of bed. If someone asked, and, they have, what
Have to confess. Had an absolute blast last weekend at Rancho Camulos at that little chat at their historic schoolhouse. Didn’t know grown-ups could have so much fun. ALL the
I love the Ukraine. They’re the only country on Planet Earth that recognizes April Fool’s as a national holiday. You gotta love a nation like that, although, for me, every
Well a warm and Western howdy, dear buckaroos, buckaroo-ettes. Got a special heads-up. I’ll be speaking at Rancho Camulos on Highway 126 on your way toward Lake Piru this Sunday,
Years ago, I was en route to a Beverly Hills dinner and ended up giving this kid a lift. A student from, of all places, Wuhan, future home of the
Certainly trust all y’all Western Irishmen and Irish wannabes had a warm and pioneer-esque St. Patrick’s Day. In honor of the great saint who sadly got attached to excess drinking,
This was more than a few weeks before my time, but — cue sound effects of chairs frantically sliding backwards and the younger Signal Reader Demographic sprinting out of the
Hey dear saddlepals. Happy Second — wait a second. Wasn’t I just wishing you a “Happy Second weekend” in January 2003 like 20 minutes ago? Having fun or not, time
I got away the other night. Gasoline is $5-plus a gallon. I think it’ll hit close to $9 in California. But, for a while, I got away. Escaped from the
Happy first weekend in March, dear saddlepals. Someone needs to leave a Post-it on the barn door to put the brakes on 2022. Time sure seems to be rollicking at
I was too young to be thinking of such things, maybe 12. I clearly remember where exactly I was on the sidewalk when I pondered the amazing accomplishments of mankind.
We’ve an epic ride ahead, through floods, snow, and the flinging mud of rodeos. There’s local war spies among us, an entire passel of crooks, and the early and unscheduled
In previous lifetimes, I must have saved Harriet Tubman, the Buddha and an entire passel of nice grandmamas for I am blessed with good karma and the best pal in
A warm and Western howdy to you, dear saddlepals. Hope you survived last weekend’s Super Bowl Sunday intact. We’ve a most interesting trail ride ahead, into the back canyons of
Sit. That’s all you have to do right now. Sit. Take a deep breath. Be calm. Oh-so calm. Feel the soothing and reassuring rhythm of our voice? Your voice. OUR
A warm and Western February morning to you, dear saddlepals. It’s a glorious day for a time ride through local history, and, this morning, we’ll be inspecting all sorts of
Dearest Joe Rogan — Buddy. Sorry Democrats have been swallowing horse-pill-sized bile pills over your often edgy and widely popular podcasts. Not to fret, Joe. You have a home in
Ever see an elephant water ski? Drinking or not, you’re going to. Top of the first weekend in February to you, dear saddlepals. We have a most interesting trail ride