Unlucky and woeful me. I never got the memo. That was four years ago when Joe Biden, the absolute moron sandwich-eating worst leader since Vlad the Impaler, was unanimously elected
Top of a glorious November morning to you, saddlepals and saddlepal-ettes. That suspicious softening in the east? That’d be dawn stretching. Hate to drag you out of your bunks, but
My daughter and I are not mall people. Or Disneyland people. We like music, but not noise. It was about 10 years ago when we were at the Northridge Mall,
I applaud your autumnal holiday spirit but urge those in the gorilla suits to make sure your pony doesn’t mistake you for a grizzer bear. Said horse might buck you
What on Earth is this thing I’ve done? Dare I say — “Again?” All this time, energy that has mysteriously disappeared, the specter that this project will be yet
A warning, amigos. This weekend’s trail ride through Santa Clarita Valley history is not for the faint-hearted. No. That doesn’t mean you get to smack your lips in nubile satisfaction,
So I’m thinking about creating a new high-tech start-up and already I’m faced with debilitating roadblocks. First, there’s the fact that when it comes to things science, I’m dumber than
You know, saddlepals, we’re normally pretty loosey goosey when it comes to who can ride next to whom. However, as we head out this morning, I’m afraid we’ll have to
Here I am, so close to middle age. I so could have used this expression in school, at work, in relationships, when pulled over far too many times by the
Along with the usual smattering of crooks, conmen, inept leaders, awful accidents, mayhem, mirth and murder, we’re going to take an exceptionally long look at one of our world-famous movie
This morning, dear saddlepals and saddlepal-ettes. We’ve a most splendiferous trail ride ahead into Santa Clarita’s back trails of lore and history. Too bad we can’t warn some of the
I don’t know if Ricky Deising slept with one of Genghis Khan’s wives in a previous life to warrant banishment to South Russia or if Ricky D’s the luckiest guy
Oh sleepy little saddlepals … time to wake uh-up. Starting to get light and we’ve got several thousand prime steeds saddled and patiently waiting down below on your lovely CC&R-maintained
I participated in my first-ever Trump rally last weekend. Sat in a giant thwoppida-thwoppida diesel pickup with a dear pal driving. I’m guessing there were 100 to 150 vehicles. Big-asterisk 4-by-4s.
Offering yet another soft, “Warm Western Howdies” this fine Signal Saturday morning. They don’t cost much and meant not to startle. Oh. Sorry about the spurs on the condo carpeting.
My first instinct is to point a gnarled index finger at just — SOMEBODY. With email, texts, UPS, FedEx, the 21st century forest deity of cell-phoning, Zoom, the hassle of
Top of a Mighty Signal September Saturday morn to you, saddlepals and saddlepalettes. We’ve a most interesting adventure ahead, what with dumbbell deer hunters, record heat waves and poison water
A warm and Western howdy, Santa Clarita saddlepals. Time to shake loose the bed bugs and wiggle into some jeans (non-designer). Shirt, boots (just two) and a fetching cowboy hat
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
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