Because of this, the holiest of holidays in the calendar year, we’re going to take a small departure from the weekly organization of our time-traveling posse. Dads get to ride
Dear Democratic Friend, Hey Precious. Drat we haven’t chatted in eons. Hope all’s beyond duckiness with you and yours. Hug. Fond smile. Wish you joy, good adventures and happy days
A warm and Western howdy to you, from grizzled old-time SCV homesteaders to the newly arrived. Surely appreciate you saddling up with me for this fine weekend exploration to the
A couple months back, 5K called me. Kathy Keysor Kryptonite Kookaburra Kellar is the fetching and hubba-hubba wife of SClarita city councilperson, and, more importantly, my pal, Bob Kellar. 5K’s real
Hello dear saddlepals. How you holding up in these unfamiliar seasons of mayhem? I hope well. I remember A.B. Thatcher printing an editorial in The Mighty Signal nearly 100 years
Hate to say it, but this is the time of year I don’t particularly care for. June’s a few hours away and we seemed to have misplaced our June Gloom.
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