The Time Ranger | James Dean’s Last Meal — Here in Saugus
Editor’s note: Due to a periodic shift in the time-travel vortex, the following history feature appears in place of the Time Ranger column this week.
Editor’s note: Due to a periodic shift in the time-travel vortex, the following history feature appears in place of the Time Ranger column this week.
Via a finger, I have a question. Is it more important that I have confidence in God? Or, is it more important that God has
We’ll be starting off today’s trail ride with a feud. With none less than Time Magazine. Just wanted to warn you up front so you’d
So. Last week, I got the prostrate operation. I am showered in the blessings of having so many friends who all, coincidentally, share the mental
Happy darn Santa Clarita Saturday to you, saddlepals. First weekend in September. It’s a grand morning for a trail ride to distant Santa Clarita Valley
Perhaps John Steinbeck is in Heaven, pounding away on yet another flawless masterpiece, pausing to glance down from a cloud and wondering who is swearing
Top of another hot August morn to you, dear saddlepals. We’ve a most interesting trail ride through Santa Clarita history ahead. We’ve got unlucky CHP
Looking back, I’ve been blessed more than most men. But, there is a yawning chasm of personal achievement in my life that haunts me.
A most warm and Western howdy to you all, dear saddlepals. We’ve a most excellent adventure ahead. We’ll be oohing and aahing over 8-pound gold
Small things disturb me. Like, Phasers. You know. “Phased Array Emitter?” Remember? From the old 1966 TV show, “Star Trek?” Bill Shatner. Captain Kirk. “Boldly
Top of a summer Saturday in the riparian Santa Clarita to you, dear saddlepals and saddlepal-ettes. We’ve a grand trail ride through local history ahead.
I am probably the absolute last person to write an essay on dressing up. Except for a gorilla suit and my cherished Wilt Chamberlain No. 13
A pleasant and sultry first Saturday in August to you, saddlepals. C’mon. Swish around a little of that designer mouthwash. Slide into your loafers. Get
The other day, I was chatting with a dear friend who still lugged around one of those old-fashioned beasties upon his tightly wound shoulders we
A happy Late July/Hotter Than Hades morn to you, saddlepals. Best we climb out of those bunks and hop into our saddles (taking the all-important
My mind is oft occupied by odd thoughts and that is why I’m not on the receiving end of The Big Bucks. Or, a heartfelt
A sultry Sunday morning to you, saddlepals. Make sure those canteens are filled. Best we keep hydrated in today’s trail ride through SCV time. There’s
I was often haunted by a childhood more horror movie than “Leave it to Beaver” but, those harsh memories have mostly drifted, replaced by recollections of
Whelp. I have to ask. This fine, July Saturday morn, how the canned peach- eating heck are you, dear saddlepals? Right on schedule, ahead we’ve
I seem to remember being just drug-addict junkie hooked on “Yellowstone.” I am, of course, talking about the hit Paramount TV modern Western. Not the
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