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Sigh. Have to confess. I do, so, like the rain. If I were Emperor of the Santa Clair-reet, my first official act would be to make sure it rains thrice

Sigh. Have to confess. I do, so, like the rain. If I were Emperor of the Santa Clair-reet, my first official act would be to make sure it rains thrice

Ah, the index finger. The most dangerous of digits, more so than the provocative second from the thumb? Key to your sister’s chastity belt? Grandmama’s IQ? That’s Why You Have

I’ve some exciting news, saddlepals. I did a little digging and found out that the guy who invented Daylight Saving Time lives in Stevenson Ranch. All 20,000-something of us are

A dear friend sincerely asked if I’d consider “switching teams.” He didn’t mean I should start wearing bun-hugger short-shorts, mascara and fan myself coquettishly as I lament how difficult it

Amen boy howdy, are you saddlepals going to be insufferably smart after we finish this Sunday’s trail ride. Got tons of especially cool Santa Clarita historical trivia and at the

I saw two dead people Sunday night. It was late. I was headed home, driving through a deserted downtown Los Angeles. As I rounded the corner, the still-warm bodies were posed

So terribly sorry. You certainly may bring your cell phones. You can even take pictures. Alas, for some reason, the images don’t survive the trip back so you’ll have to

Many years ago now, I strangled my baby brother. No need to send the police. It was a justifiable homicide. My youngest sibling-like substance, Hondo, is interesting. He’s never had

Absolute Christmas treat to see you amigos, amigas, saddlepals, saddlepal-ettes and, my personal favorite SCV demographic: You People. Hope early February 2020 has been kind to you and you’re feeling

So amidst all the madness of impeachment, Oscar bozos, the agonizing mystery of where Patriots QB and multimillionaire Tom Brady and his supermodel wife will dwell, living in an absolute

Top of a beautiful Santa Clarita Sunday morn. Nice to see you friends, neighbors, saddlepals and saddlepal-ettes. Time to time travel. We’ve a most interesting trek in front of us

After following the explosion in a clown factory previously called the Iowa Caucuses, I’ve decided to change my name to Bernie Sanders-Boston and run for president. As a Democrat. What

Jiminy Christmas wasn’t it Christmas 20 minutes ago? Ditto for February 2019? Putting “BUY BRAKES” on my shopping list so we can apply them to time.

I have a friend who contemplated suicide. Dear me. I suspect I’ve many friends who, at one time, when things grew so dark, secretly contemplated this ultimate narcissism. Beneath the dirt,

A happy Sunday morning to you, dear Santa Clarita saddlepals. As usual, we’ve a most interesting trek waiting for us. Just wiggle a left foot into the stirrup, hoist your fetching heinie up and into the saddle and direct your noble steed to yonder swirling black hole/time vortex.

Even in the worst of situations, unless we’re talking about being plopped alive into an industrial wood chipper like that poor lady in “Fargo,” there’s a lesson to be learned.

Top of a wonderful and quite beautiful Sunday morning to you, dear saddlepals and saddlepalettes. As usual, we’ve a most entertaining trail ride into SCV history ahead, plenty of scenery, plenty of good companionship.

Maybe 50 years from now, I’ll get my official card as a Newhall old-timer, which allows discounts, like free drinking water at Hart Park and no waiting for a counter

I shouldn’t mention the word, “apes” above a whisper. Might spook the horses. BUT, on this beautiful Sunday morn trail ride into the Santa Clarita Valley lore of yesteryear, we are not only going to bump into some (lowering the voice) “apes,” but the bona fide Lord of them.

Truly, Christy Smith, local state assemblywoman for the Santa Clarita’s Fighting 38th, it pains me to write this. Hate like heck to bag on a fellow Hart High Indian. Wish