A warm and Western 2021 howdy to you, dear saddlepals. We’ve got a positively epic time ride through SCV history ahead. You might make sure you’re dressed for winter traveling. Horse riding is
Dear 5th District Supervisor Barger: Hey Kathryn. Placing digits to keyboard this fine Friday to head off a disaster of Homeric proportions. Recently, my beloved City o’ SClarita drafted a
Well happy first weekend of December in this science fiction-sounding date of 2021. Next thing you know, they’ll be inventing little flying saucers with cameras in them, electronic garage door
A New Year’s resolution I’m starting early is getting back to being strong. Mind you. Not strong — SMELLING. Just — strong. A couple months back, a little boy, maybe
Hope you haven’t consumed so much turkey, pie and 48 pounds of complex carbohydrates that you can’t possibly climb into the saddle. Groaning tends to spoil moseying. We have one of those rare moral
All my life, I’ve been an enigma. Love a raucous party. Crave solitude like air. I cheer classical values, yet, I’m not what you’d call an American traditionalist. Take Gout
Howdy saddlepals. Hope mid-November is being kind to you. While it may be certainly non-Arctic Circle down here in the Santa Clarita, do make sure you take a fashionable and Western
Por favor, small favor? Before we start out on this week’s time ride through Santa Clarita history, would the gentleman 12 rows back on that little sorrel kindly turn down the volume
Especially during these harsh political climes, I shouldn’t mention this in public, aloud. But, one of my best friends is a banjo player. Rodger’s a decent chap and doesn’t deserve
Heavens to Betsy, Bernice and Aunt Bea. This year of 2021 is evaporating quickly. Seems like the cold dry January was 10 minutes ago. Of course, what with us all
On my Top Whatever Number Favorite Books List is Mark Twain’s “A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court.” Someone dear and close gave me a collector’s edition years ago. I
Whelp. This is the big weekend. If you live in Palmdale, make sure to set all your clocks back four hours Sunday morning. If you live in Santa Clarita, wait until
Recently, in some grand periodical the name of which escapes me, a left-wing paragraphist demanded that vaccinations for the Chinese Flu be — mandatory. Not womandatory, mind you. But MANdatory.
Brings a smile to my face, seeing so many familiar faces, friends, neighbors, people I’ve grown up with. It’s also a treat to see the freshly scrubbed and eager countenances
For you hepcat daddy-o’s and daddy-o-ettes, “Sticky Fingers” was the 11th Rolling Stones album, cut back in 1971. In rare cases, it’s also a condition where your fingers are —
Isn’t this grand? Finally? Weather befitting a powerful and revered civilization like our very own Valley de la SClarita? We’ve a most excellent trail ride this morning, amigos, amigo-ettes and SCV 4-P (Picky
Confession? Here goes. Sometimes, I watch “Scared Straight” reruns. Originally, SS was a 1978 Oscar-winning documentary, narrated by Peter Falk. Since then, it’s metastasized into various cheesy and terribly satisfying
Well, you’re never going to hear me confide that this promises to be one eye-wateringly boring trailride into the yesteryear of SCV history. Tain’t. Gonna. Happen. We’ve got a pretty amazing trek into the back canyons of
Years ago, a good pal married poorly. Like, AYFKM poorly. A highly successful Beverly Hills attorney and agent, he was a bucket of mischief, loyal, funny, well-off and smarter than
I’m all smiles for it is October. While summer’s heat may linger here and there, I can feel bona fide Autumn and her come hither smile. We’ve a most interesting