On any given day, there is a given day. Every blank space on the calendar comes with some sort of “National” or “Official” warning on the label. Let’s take today,
Boy howdy, what with predatory black panthers, a Ripley’s local Believe it or Not oak, ghost camels and your usual smattering of crooks, nuts, bunglers and gee-whiz info, we’re going to be hitting the history trail running, amigos. Hop
I’ve been driving up and down Santa Clarita’s longest-existing typographical error since I was a kid. Bouquet Canyon Road would unofficially shut down, allowing Basque shepherds to cross with sheep
Boy howdy, we’ve got an absolutely eerie trail ride through local history ahead, amigos and amigo-ettes. Eerie, I say. And it’s not even close to Halloween. We’ve got Hollywood gangsters, dens of iniquity,
Once I had the neatest conversation with Chuck Norris. You know. Karate guy? Movie and TV star? One of Earth’s toughest people? I was sports editor then and it couldn’t
For some of us, it’s a couple days past the deadline to get our quarterly tax payments postmarked. For the rest of you wage monkeys, it’s time to don a huge smile, check the cinches and swing a (one and
Years ago, I borrowed a wonderful and highly recommended book from my daughter’s teacher. Ken Lavner was light years beyond a gifted mentor — brilliant, light-hearted, unbudgingly firm, strong and
This is a Santa Clarita weekend where I shall not stop smiling. I’ll tell you why at the end of this morning’s trail ride. That teaser aside, happy Early January, dear saddlepals. We’ve a most interesting trek waiting
I’ve always been a night owl and find peace in small hours when milk men and vampires stir. The Saugus Café was sanctuary, back when it was famous for being
Time surely seems to be accelerating. It feels like 20 minutes ago we were greeting the new year of 2025. Well. Add another digit onto the 21st century. We’ve a most interesting trek ahead, o
I wonder how I’ll do this year. It’s 2026, just a couple days into it. My New Year’s Resolutions are still sporting the “WET PAINT” sign. Looking back, I haven’t
The year 2026 is right around the corner and I know I am paid to rend flesh and entrails over the myriad of civilization-ending issues facing us. But, right now?
Before we head off through a time vortex draped by tinsel and mistletoe, I doff my oversized O’Farrell and offer a humble thank you. There are Santa Claritans I have known for
It’s almost Christmas and I’m happy. I used to go complete robot cattle stampede when it came to celebrating. I’d purchase a new, live tree every December, decorate the pants
Before we start out, just a reminder for you truly efficient and capable people riding with us today: There are just 377 shopping days until Christmas 2026. Phew. Glad we got that obligatory
DEAR GREATER ANTELOPE VALLEY & PARTS UNKNOWN FAMILY — Trust all y’all’s well, even you hailing from beyond our borders who married into the clan. Pray some of you be
I’ve been doing these trail rides into Santa Clarita Valley history for almost 50 years now. We just celebrated Christmas for 2025 and hope you were surrounded by loved ones. May you become, most joyously, the
Jiminy Christmas, would someone mind telling me where 2025 went? Less than a month and we’ve burnt another year. Thank goodness for the miracle of time traveling, where we can mosey back
One of my dear, childhood friends is Curtis Stone and the heavens haven’t molded a kinder guy. You know? Me, too. I’m a kinder guy. We’re both kind guys. Even-tempered.
OK you Santa Claritanites, yuppies and grizzled cowpokes and all beloved betwixt. I know there’s a you somewhere underneath those turkey tummies rising and falling on the couches and beds. Day’s breaking. We’ve some time traveling to