Of all the things that are Santa Clarita, the Walk of Western Stars just might be the Santa Clarita-est.  Similar to the Hollywood Walk of

I’m not what you would call a morning person.  If one of my neighbors, or one of their gardeners, starts mowing the lawn at 7:30

“You’re the best girl in the whole world. Yes you are. Yes you are. Ru-bee! How’s my Ruby, how’s my girl, huh? You’re a sweetheart.

We got a news tip the other day. It said sheriff’s deputies — with dogs — were searching for SOMETHING on Hillcrest Parkway in Castaic.

Thanksgiving got me thinking, and I’m gonna be straight up about it: I miss my kids. As I’ve chronicled here before, we’ve got one in

One day in the Old West, a three-legged dog hobbled into a saloon. He hopped up onto a barstool and said, “I’m lookin’ for the

You’re a Little League team. Playing against the New York Yankees.  Without a bat. That’s how one deputy district attorney described the plight of prosecutors

Back in a previous life as a rookie Signal reporter, I was introduced to something that, at the time, was called “rotisserie baseball.” It was

Remember those old “Maytag Repairman” commercials? For those too young to remember, the premise of the commercials was that Maytag appliances — washing machines and

Twenty years ago this morning, my alarm clock went off. Not the alarm on my smartphone — iPhones didn’t exist yet. This was an actual

“Nemo resideo.” It’s a phrase arguably as old as warfare itself. The Latin is most often translated to English as, “Leave no man behind.” It’s

I knew my daughter wanted to bait her own hook. It’s our girl Brooke’s birthday this weekend, and she’s everything you want your daughter to be.

Inclusiveness. It’s a tricky word in 2021. Case in point: The City of Santa Clarita Human Relations Roundtable, formed amid the heat of discussions about

When I was a toddler, just learning to talk, I couldn’t enunciate my aunt’s name. “Mary Lou” is a mouthful when you’re just mastering one-syllable

I got my first COVID-19 shot the other day, and it brought back childhood memories.  Nope, not painful memories of getting my shots. I’m not

Two guys get into a fender bender. A profanity-laced shouting match ensues.  And it turns out one of them is a racist.   Is it news? 

Get your tinfoil hats, folks. It’s conspiracy theory time. SOMETHING exploded in the hills near Newhall on Tuesday night. That much is certain. The video

“A little ditty, about Jack and Di-aaane…” My high school pal Dave Hansen would be singing the song as he sauntered up to the line

I’ve got a secret. Please don’t think less of me. But I have a guilty pleasure. I watch “The Bachelor.”  And “The Bachelorette.” And “Bachelors