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Back in the dinosaur days, the only library in the Santa Clarita Valley was on 9th Street in Newhall. Had there been a Way Station then, with a good wind,

Back in the dinosaur days, the only library in the Santa Clarita Valley was on 9th Street in Newhall. Had there been a Way Station then, with a good wind,

Since I started this Time Ranger trail ride some 30 years ago, we’ve had several readers who have gone from the here-&-now into the forever pages of local history. My

Steve Whitmore used to be the daft and capable city editor of The Signal about 25 years ago. He uttered words true: “The devil will never come at you with

Dearest Mrs. JoAnn Peters, I’m not going to tattle, because who wants to get hit. But one of your children the other day did something. Tuesday, April 16, 2019, 4:15

OK, dear saddlepals. Time to arise from last night’s wretched excesses. C’mon. Hop into the saddle, which, you’ll note, has a fine horsey tucked nicely underneath. On this week’s trail

I used to wish for two impossibles. First was a time machine. I always wanted to go back in time and see what life was like — be it a

It just hit me the other day that The Mighty Signal’s world corporate headquarters sits smack dab in the middle of Honby. Not Newhall. Not Saugus. Certainly not H•E•Double•Hockey•Sticks•No Valencia.

Sorry to wake you. That’s me down here, yodeling. Just trying to get your attention. Time to stumble down from your gated communities, condos, townhouses and the rare regular house

Sadly, most of us have someone in their lives who is a train wreck, that self-destructive, impossible-to-stop force that careens off the rails and crashes in spectacular fashion. There certainly

Why do some thoughts insist on sticking when others won’t? For about three years, when I was in my 20s, I did not own a car. I had a big

HNo. 14 in a series of 52 commemorating the 100-year anniversary of The Signal The past two weeks, we’ve chronicled that magic elixir of journalism — When Love Goes Wrong.

One of my dearest friends is Curtis Stone, the Grammy-winning so-&-so. Stranger than strange, last Monday, April Fool’s, we somehow called each other at the exact — same — time.

No. 13 in a series of 52 commemorating the 100-year anniversary of The Signal “My best birth control now is to leave the lights on.” — Joan Rivers Years ago,

A few months back, the heavens opened and Santa Clarita got a proper Old Testament drenching. I was driving West on Soledad Canyon Road. To my right, a parade of

No. 12 in a series of 52 celebrating The Signal’s 100th anniversary “My best birth control now is to leave the lights on.” — Joan Rivers Ain’t love grand? Is

I was 8 the first time my dad and I hiked Placerita Canyon. It had rested there a few hundred million years, but, as a park, Placerita was just two

No. 11 in a series of 52 commemorating 100-year anniversary of The Signal Rose Mulholland answered the phone shortly after midnight, March 12, 1928. She told her father the St.

Dear Congresswoman Katie Hill, How times flies! Do you realize if re-elected, according to your Dem Congress pal Alexandria Ocasio Cortez, you only have six more terms until the end

No. 10 in a series of 52 commemorating 100-year anniversary of The Signal “A nihilist, a socialist, and a neo-Marxist walk into a bar and order drinks. “The bartender says,

I had a wonderful conversation with a woman just 20. She was a bright creature, so sweet and intelligent, a life full ahead. Still. She was 20. All — ALL