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
Hey saddlepals. Happy last weekend of January. While it’s a beautiful day in the Santa Clarita of here-&-now, best you dig through the trunks and pull out some winter (some
I have this Love/Hate thing going on with plastics. On the plus side, there’s those wonderful XL 256-ounce cups that fast food emporiums fill with my favorite Life’s Elixir — Coca-Cola
We’ve simply got an epic Time Ranger adventure ahead of us today, saddlepals. The trail ahead is littered with villains, BUNCHES of snowstorms, birthdays, witches, more blizzards, movie stars, gunfights —
A few crumbs are left from the near-extinct language of the Tataviam, our Indian forbearers here in Santa Clarita. The last full-blooded Tataviam passed away in 1924 and with him, the
So how are all you saddlepals settling in on this new 2022 idea? New Year’s resolutions intact? Still sporting that steely-eyed stare toward the distant horizon of goals to be met, worlds to conquer —
Between my ears in that small kingdom of the Writing Netherworld, I’m visited by many creatures, some friendly, some insistent. When I was a young man, Jim Murray was my
A warm and Western howdy to you, dear saddlepals, friends and neighbors. We’ve a most interesting trek ahead into the back canyons of SCV history and lore. There’s pistol fighters and Manly and
I was pal-chatting recently, postulating on one of our favorite topics: Are We Getting Dumber? My dear friend and I were reminiscing about flip phones, the precursor to smart phones.
What the darn heck about this? Our very first trail ride through SCV history in the year of a few somebody’s Lord 2022. Nice to see you after so long. Seems like —
We live in mad, whirlwind times, where constant impatience drives us to get things from cheeseburgers to test results faster than the thought of snapping fingers. It’s 2022. Almost. Instant
Merry Darn Christmas, dear saddlepals. Gifts, chow and rushing hither and yon, trust today is a peaceful one, as it should be. Can’t think of a better way to drop any
Perhaps vampires, atheists and Las Vegas Raiders fans might hiss at the mention of a Bible passage this dangerously close to That Word We’re Not Supposed To Mention. One of
This ability we share to travel through time has its advantages. I know many of you are much harried through these holidays. But I’ve got a few thousand horses tethered
Don’t know why someone appointed me High Holy Crazy Glue what keeps the family together. But, it’s Christmas. As’s our tradition, I compose our annual holiday letter to those far,