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One of my great regrets in life is not having won a lottery in excess of One Trillion Dollars. Take home. After taxes. Had I to do it all over

One of my great regrets in life is not having won a lottery in excess of One Trillion Dollars. Take home. After taxes. Had I to do it all over

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

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

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

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

No. 24 in a series of 52 commemorating the 100-year anniversary of The Signal In 2019, we live in dizzying times. Change is omnipresent. It defines us. What is today’s

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,

No. 23 in a series of 52 commemorating the 100-year anniversary of The Signal It’s startling comparing how different the Santa Clarita and this nation are today vs. the early

I so hate to say this, but the last time I went to the movies at the old American Theatre in Newhall, it was sneaking up on 60 years ago.

HOne of the most haunting bits of Signal prose I’ve ever read was penned by editor Fred Trueblood in early-December 1941. It was during the second week of America’s involvement

When I taught Santa Clarita history a few months after the crust of the earth cooled, I’d start every semester by writing this on the chalkboard: “A man can live

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.

No. 21 in a series of 52 commemorating the 100-year anniversary of The Signal All the things I could have been — doctor, lawyer, Indian chief, a contender — I

My mother named me Walter Stanislav Cieplik Jr., and I’m not sure how I got old. I’ve done ranch work, managed a movie star, created the original Santa Clarita Valley

A mid-May warm and Western howdy to you, Santa Clarita saddlepals. We’ve a most interesting trek ahead. There’s the pants-down capture of this valley’s most notorious outlaw. There’s a Newhall

No. 19 in a series of 52 commemorating the 100-year anniversary of The Signal Love them. Hate them. People are enthralled by gods and kings. We have neither in America

Not knowing where we’re going. It’s a sad indictment to the human condition, often not limited to the blissful ignorance of childhood. I was picking up a pal the other

Top of a Sunday morning, you bunk huggers. Hope you had a most splendiferous Saturday night, free of bail bondsmen, exes and the probing flashlight from the CHP stationed in

A tip of the Stetson this morning to you, saddlepals. We’ve a most interesting trail ride through time and will visit a land that knows no political correctness, triggering, gaslighting

Confidence men and women have been immortalized in The Signal’s headlines the past 100 years. But sometimes unreported are the daily misdemeanors: shoplifting, thefts from petty cash or the church