This is a Santa Clarita weekend where I shall not stop smiling. I’ll tell you why at the end of this morning’s trail ride. That teaser aside, happy Early January, dear saddlepals. We’ve a most interesting trek waiting
I’ve always been a night owl and find peace in small hours when milk men and vampires stir. The Saugus Café was sanctuary, back when it was famous for being
Time surely seems to be accelerating. It feels like 20 minutes ago we were greeting the new year of 2025. Well. Add another digit onto the 21st century. We’ve a most interesting trek ahead, o
I wonder how I’ll do this year. It’s 2026, just a couple days into it. My New Year’s Resolutions are still sporting the “WET PAINT” sign. Looking back, I haven’t
The year 2026 is right around the corner and I know I am paid to rend flesh and entrails over the myriad of civilization-ending issues facing us. But, right now?
Before we head off through a time vortex draped by tinsel and mistletoe, I doff my oversized O’Farrell and offer a humble thank you. There are Santa Claritans I have known for
It’s almost Christmas and I’m happy. I used to go complete robot cattle stampede when it came to celebrating. I’d purchase a new, live tree every December, decorate the pants
Before we start out, just a reminder for you truly efficient and capable people riding with us today: There are just 377 shopping days until Christmas 2026. Phew. Glad we got that obligatory
DEAR GREATER ANTELOPE VALLEY & PARTS UNKNOWN FAMILY — Trust all y’all’s well, even you hailing from beyond our borders who married into the clan. Pray some of you be
I’ve been doing these trail rides into Santa Clarita Valley history for almost 50 years now. We just celebrated Christmas for 2025 and hope you were surrounded by loved ones. May you become, most joyously, the
Jiminy Christmas, would someone mind telling me where 2025 went? Less than a month and we’ve burnt another year. Thank goodness for the miracle of time traveling, where we can mosey back
One of my dear, childhood friends is Curtis Stone and the heavens haven’t molded a kinder guy. You know? Me, too. I’m a kinder guy. We’re both kind guys. Even-tempered.
OK you Santa Claritanites, yuppies and grizzled cowpokes and all beloved betwixt. I know there’s a you somewhere underneath those turkey tummies rising and falling on the couches and beds. Day’s breaking. We’ve some time traveling to
George Bernard Shaw once offered a toothy observation about Christianity. He said it was a great religion. Maybe someone should try practicing it someday. For me? Ditto with Thanksgiving. It
Top of a November Santa Clarita weekend to you, friends. As we stroll our ponies out for our historical constitutional this morning, we’ve some mighty darn interesting vistas ahead. We’ll start by going all the way back to the
I, JOHN BOSTON, am happier than a puppy with two you-know-whats, to present today’s column. I think it’s important that the citizens of SClarita have a column, lightly laced with
A warm and Western howdy to you, saddlepals. I’m estimating you know the drill by now. Hop out of those designer foam Valencia mattresses, throw on some jeans and something that will pass as a
There’s a website that I worship in this twisted, love/hate relationship. It’s the Babylon Bee. I’d add a “dot.com” to it, but management frowns at such shameless and non-hometown promotions.
Heavens to Betsy, this year is flying by so fast. It seems like it was January about eight minutes ago. Thank heavens for relativity and Sunday mornings, when we can
Antaeus was the Greek king and giant who fought Heracles and lost. His name is the root of the prefix of “anti,” meaning, “opponent,” or, “I face” or “I oppose.”