Recently, in the Garden of Stupidity sometimes referred to as this newspaper’s Letters to the Editor section, a rare and beautiful flower blossomed. Randi Kay penned a thought piece that
You know what the absolute nice thing is about taking a trail ride through SCV history in May? No face masks. Yup. That’s right. As soon as we pass through
I wonder if the likes of Van Gogh, Michelangelo, da Vinci and Rembrandt all early-on in their lives asked the question: “Mom. How do you draw a nose?” Kandinsky, Munch, Dali
Good thing Mother’s Day was last weekend. It’d be a shame to take our kindly dear moms on a trail ride this week that features so much ribaldry, perversion and
About a year ago, the big news hysteria du jour was that North Korea had nuclear warheads that could reach Washington, D.C. Bonus? When the NoKo’s boasted, “reach,” they meant
Well about that? The gods of time were kind today and scheduled Mother’s Day smack dab when we take our weekly ride through SCV history. As I look out amongst
Many years ago, a dear friend shared an observation that I’ve yet to shake. She was an author, intellectual, teacher, opera singer, mother and observer of life. We were chatting
I am eternally grateful for the gift of time traveling. No need to be stuck in the confines of 21st-century humdrummia — a wonderful word my dopey sister-like substance Leslie
A dear and wise friend once suggested that God doesn’t exist in the past or the future, only in that divine Everymoment of the Now. Still. I do wonder. Does
Amen, boy howdy, (or, if you’re French, “Amon garçon bonjour!”) saddlepals. Good to see you. We’ve a most exciting trail ride ahead through the back canyons of Santa Clarita Valley
In the 1938 swashbuckling flick, Errol Flynn played the title role of “Robin Hood.” Part of it was shot out here in Placerita Canyon. Sitting before his enemies, Robin of
So last week, I had one of those milestone birthdays. In five years, with a little luck and a good wind behind me, I will officially reach 75, the half-way-point
Editor’s note: John Boston’s Time Ranger usually appears on Sundays. Nature seems intent to ignore headlines and appearances. It rains and warms, turns things green and invites the young from
My favorite quote on age came from the legendary movie star, Cary Grant. He had just granted an exhaustive magazine interview. It went swimmingly. Then the journalist realized he had
I trust you folks are doing well and are finding the blessings and gifts tucked between the hardships. I know I am. Getting time to work on that novel finally. Taking walks. Chatting with loved ones via the miracle of technology.
There’s been no knocks at the door from sheriff’s deputies consoling sobbing housewives. No friends or politicians injured from an exploding Whoopee Cushion. No familiar and inquiring faces from the
Aaahhh… Aaahhh… Aaahhh… A-CHOO! Just kidding. How the heck ARE you folks? Surely is nice to see you and isn’t it grand, with the miracle of time travel, we can
Truly, I tried mightily to get out of speaking at the recent SCV Latter-Day Saints Family Genealogy Fair. I’ve nothing against the dear Josephites. I was worried about the time
Hasn’t this just been so glorious — this March miracle of rain? The hills are going to be just riotous in the following weeks. We’ve got everything from earthquakes to
We are living in Victor Hugo times, except, so far, our tragedies seem somewhat junior varsity. No walls of human corpses to furtively stroll past. No Mongol hordes to flee.