Heat Waves, Elk, Cityhood & Gentle Ben

Well what do you know? It’s time to time travel. We’ve a most interesting trek into the lost canyons of SCV yesteryear. Us with all our cellphones, we’ll pay a

Signal 100 |Simple acts of kindness

No. 27 in a series of 52 commemorating the 100-year anniversary of The Signal Here’s something you wouldn’t necessarily group together: Kindness and Journalism. In our 100 years of being

A Sneak Peak at July 4ths Past…

I’ve got a little early bird treat for you, saddlepals. We’re going to time travel into yesteryear and see how we celebrated this marvelous nation’s birthday here in the Santa

Signal 100 | A century of humorous Signal ads

Really, a good newspaper runs on truth. It needs introspection, both outward and inward. It needs humor, heroism, gossip, leadership and information, which includes where to buy fertilizer, retreads and/or

Oafs, Pumas, Movie Stars & TWO Champs!

After that spate of heat, it’s been a splendiferous June. Drat that summer’s around the corner, with its surface-of-Mercury temps. All these years of living here, I’ve developed a fairly

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John Boston | My All-Time Great Rock Band List

There are many civilization-ending issues this Opinion Page of Earth’s last great newspaper must address. War. Open borders. Who leads in a lesbian ballroom dance class. Democrats walking brazenly about

Tragedy, Poetry, Boxers & Bad Cops

Well howdy, dear sleepy eyed saddlepals. C’mon. Sun’s peeking up in the — I think that part of the sky is called, “…east.” We’ve an interesting trek ahead into the

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John Boston | The DiVHook Generic June Grad Speech

Every year since time immemorial in the SClarita Valley, graduation happens. Chancellors, principals, valedictorians, dignitaries and goody-two-shoes going particularly nowhere are forced to address the multitudes. Like an all-you-can-eat buffet,

Dry Santa Clarita & Wa-Tho-Huk Himself…

Well how’s about that wonderful rain last weekend, so close to June? I’ll take it along with a six-pack of Twinkies, a half-gallon of milk and carrots for the horse.