I wasn’t ready for another dog.  I’d been pretty attached to Lacey, a 40-pound terrier we had adopted after her career in the entertainment industry came to an abusive halt. Her

A lot of things were broadly accepted when I was a kid that would no longer be broadly accepted today. For example, left over from my early-teen years, I have a

The letter is signed, “Just a Deputy.”  It’s gotten a bit of media attention since it started circulating in the law enforcement community about a week ago, not long after

I pulled up to the squawk box on the drive-thru. I was thirsty, but I didn’t want the 55-gallon drum of diet soda. I was going to be on the

I’m new to this, apparently. You know. Going to the bathroom. I was at a community shindig at the place with the Santa Clarita Valley’s most wordy name, the Dr.

Part 2   Luc. Or should I say, “Counselor.”  Yep. The kid’s an attorney. That same kid who spent three years playing junior hockey after high school instead of starting college

I don’t consider myself especially religious — so, my objection to the honors being bestowed upon the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence by the L.A. Dodgers and the state Senate is not

In addition to my “day job” here at The Signal, I teach journalism part-time at Cal State Northridge — a part-time gig I’ve had since 1998. Back then, I used

It was sometime in the mid-1970s when I fell in love with stock car racing. I don’t remember the exact year — I was in elementary school — but I

I didn’t expect to cry.  But there I was, at a “work event,” wiping away tears as if I was hiding in a dark movie theater, watching a rom-com, trying

I was right in the midst of some Monday night smack talk. My team, the Saugus T-Bones, was in the championship game of one of the two fantasy football leagues I’m