By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  There are parents in the state of Washington and right here in Santa Clarita who have had to deal with the worst thing any parent

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  I’ve learned some hard lessons being a crazy hockey dad for the past 20 years. There have been more great times than bad, but I’ll

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  Other than the NFL, football has always had a weird way of choosing its champions and playoff teams.  In a sport where there’s a clear

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  So for now, we have no one in Congress. Ending a two-week firestorm of media attention, Katie Hill, the Democratic congresswoman from Agua Dulce, called

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  Hold my drink while I take one more swing at this dead horse.  You might remember a month or so ago, after the William S.

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  I was listening to the Tim Conway Jr. radio show on KFI on my way home the other night, and he was playing clips from

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  When Ventura County Sheriff’s Sgt. Ron Helus went into the Borderline Bar and Grill on that fateful night Nov. 7, he was interested in just

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  The man was behaving erratically. In the moment, it was anybody’s guess as to what was causing his strange behavior. Drugs? Mental illness?  Death wish?

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  Sometimes, the left is a lot smarter than the right. Take, for example, the current broadly accepted meaning of the word, “Progressive.” It’s a powerful

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  I was editing a satirical column by John Boston this past week, and it occurred to me that his topic — the selection of a

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  Climbing between two cars of a parked freight train in Norman, Oklahoma, I had two thoughts: One: “This has not been a typical weekend.” And,

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  It’s surreal when the gibbons start singing in Bouquet Canyon. One of our reporters describes it as both awesome and terrifying.  I don’t know exactly

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  I’ll never forget that Zonta roast in 1997. The Signal was the roast-ee for the big annual fundraiser, and Zonta’s roasters took full aim at

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  It was move-in day at Washington State University, and my daughter’s dorm room looked like a crime scene.  Blood, spattered on the wall. In the

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  My good buddy John Boston and I go way back. Decades back. We’re both award-winning columnists, although I haven’t entered a column writing contest in

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  As a part-time college journalism instructor for the past 20-plus years, one of my all-time favorite students was a bright and talented young man, who

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  Confession time. A few months back, I wrote a column lamenting the fact that my daily (unsweetened) iced tea from the Circle K near my

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  Rep. Katie Hill dropped by The Signal’s offices the other day, and it was an enjoyable conversation. She was forthcoming, engaging, frank and witty.  And,

By Tim Whyte Signal Editor  I’ll never forget the day Randy Wicks died. It was 1996. My wife and I were on a camping trip to the Santa Barbara wine