Trust you dear saddlepals survived Halloween yesterday all ducky and intact. Isn’t it funny how there can be not that much going on for most of the year and fall
It’s actually Halloween smack dab today and I thought what better 5-pound box o’ See’s Candy (the no-nuts version) treat to give my two loyal readers (“Brains On The Outside”
Normally, I stand quietly in your hallways, hat in hand, waiting for you to wake, being careful not to scratch your linoleum with my spurs. But, this morning? Let me just say this and say it with due sincerity. Jump
I need a monkey. A small one. A can-do monkey who doesn’t mind getting his paws soaked in white vinegar, dish soap and Windex. No. That’s not the Friday Businessman’s
A warm and Western howdy to you, saddlepals. We’ve a most interesting trek ahead, what with man-eating grizzly bears, the naming of a district and a little kick-off party for
When I was 6, I was pretty upset with the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics’ First Secretary Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev. The shoe-pounding commie B-word so-&-so was scheduled to visit the
You know, saddlepals, our trailride through Santa Clarita Valley history may prove to be positively Shakespearean. I know the sun hasn’t quite peeked through yet, but you might want to
Many years ago, I took an acting class. Missing was any delusion that I’d be the future Brad Pitt. I just wanted to improve my writing by bringing more reality
Now try not to act like too much of a country rube on this morning’s trail ride through local history. But we’ve got an entire passel of celebrities riding with
Something wrong has happened to us. It’s never any one event. Rather, death by a thousand paper cuts. In the same week, I spotted essentially the same sign in two
Of all things, we’re going to be doing some spying on varmints this fine Saturday morning. It’s just an old-fashioned way to predict the weather. And if that doesn’t get
I cannot recall owning a sharp-clawed Bengal tiger cub. Or, taking a part-time job as an underbrush-slashing jungle guide. I’m not currently seeing a much younger and hubba-hubba gorgeous albeit
Got to warn you up front — we’ve got an all-time villain waiting ahead on the backtrails of local history: the devil, himself. And certainly, there are some lower-case scalawags
DEAR PRESIDENT TRUMP — Humbly I throw my hat (the one with the moose antlers, human eyeballs, spikes and barbed wire?) into the ring. I understand you’ve brought back
I think this is a first. We’ve got Satan himself scheduled to appear on our trek into yesteryear. I know that’s hard to top, but there’s also Superman, Columbo and
If someone told me when I was a scrawny, scared student at Placerita Junior High in the early 1960s that I’d grow up to become many things, including a historian,
Labor Day’s behind us and lovely, lovely Santa Clarita autumn is ahead. Positively amazing how time just keeps slipping. It’s almost 2026. I suggest we need a gallop into yesterday
One million B.C., coincidentally the same time to the minute Raquel Welch appeared as that shapely Neanderthal babe in the movie of the same name, I was applying for a
Schindler “The Swindler” was arguably the Santa Clarita Valley’s greatest con man. We’ll be saying howdy to him. John Raggio couldn’t take it with him, the “it” being a fortune
Much to my undying shame, I recently discovered I was not doing my part in being an American. Oh, I vote. And when I do, whether it’s for dog catcher