It lay abandoned, on the department store floor, toy aisle if memory serves. I pretty much lived The Childhood Unsupervised and was in third grade. Someone had dropped a perfectly
Hey saddlepals. Absolute vainglorious weekend in late summer to be having a trail ride through local history’s back canyons. While it’s pleasant in the here-&-now, you might want to take
My daughter was home for a scant three weeks and one of our favorite things is to run errands around the valley where I can bore her to tears with
It’s a fine weekend morning to be up in the saddle — pals o’ SClarita lore and legend. What’s say we check out some vistas from yesteryear? Be real careful
DEAR BEN SHAPIRO — Thank you, sir, for testifying, with Cyrano-like elan, before Congress recently about liberal censorship. You and I point out the Emperor Has No Clothes. No surprise.
Top of the Sunday morn to you, saddlepals. C’mon. Stretch. Breathe. Take a swig of juice, milk, coffee, or whiskey in a dirty glass (provided you’re over 21 both legally
Back when I was little, I fretted about existential crises, like would I be required to smoke cigarettes as a grown-up, or, how, or, more importantly, why, one would find
Top of the August 2024 morn to you, trail riders and dear friends of local history. We’ve a most interesting trek ahead, what with some eye-wateringly dumb crooks and an
I swim. Regularly. I actually cheat-swim in that sometimes I use small swim flippers, which makes the difference of racing through the water in an 1,100-horsepower cigarette boat or dragging
¿Como esta, yuppies? Come on, you bunk huggers. Best you climb down from those condos, ranchettes and townhouses. We’ve a most interesting ride through the unspoiled vistas of the Santa
Right off the bat, here’s two competing concepts. Each day, each moment, is filled with uncountable blessings. We take in life-giving breaths without counting a single one. There is an
Misters and ma’ams, wishing you a boffo and top-tiered western pre-dawn to all y’all, dear saddlepals. C’mon. Hop into something that looks remotely cowboyish (valuable bonus points will be deducted
A relative years ago shared that “… the fundamental unit of humanity is insanity.” I find no chink in her argument. People are nuts. This is good for me because
Before we rein our ponies into the magical back trails of Santa Clarita’s yesteryear, I just have to shake my head in wonder. This 2024 so far? Hasn’t it been
I’m long past my tree-climbing days, but that doesn’t stop me from staring. From my office huge picture window, I often slouch, put my feet up and just watch a
I just might be the only galoot in town who notices that every year, we have just almost exactly 100 days of hot weather. It usually starts on July 4
I am a 21st-century man, unable to free myself from my computer. I write books and columns, edit videos and am in the midst of starting yet another hare-brained Amos ‘n’
It’s Fourth of July weekend and I was looking back at something I had written 20 years ago about spending Independence Day with my father: “I frequently have this conversation
Unfortunately, if you live long enough, life has a way of coming back full circle and biting you on your fetching little bottom. Clearly, I recall a loop. Barely 20
Katie bar the door, what in Heaven’s name are you dear saddlepals doing? Me? The ponies? We’re stretching our necks toward the east and if I’m not mistaken, there seems
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