There is an entire passel of punchlines of what to give someone for their 102nd birthday. Creamed corn. Store-bought teeth. Use of their bodily functions. The Mighty Signal turned 102
There is no crying in baseball. There are no soy products in cowboy time traveling. Learn it. Live it. Memorize. One of my valued snitches has informed me that certain
Top of the weekend morning, you Santa Clarita grizzled cowpersons, condo monkeys and everyone’s favorite demographic: Other. C’mon. We’ve a most interesting trail ride ahead through the historic back canyons
Time can be such a strange duck. Just last week, I pointed out how my friend Bailey Haskell died in early January 2005 at the age of 95. His son
If you’d be so kind, saddlepals, a small favor? One hopefully you’ll all remember to repeat long after this weekend’s trail ride ends? For some of you, it can be
Well, Happy Darn New Year, o fetching and handsome saddlepals and fellow conspirators. Anyone want to lend a hand by grabbing 2020 by the unmentionable naughty parts and giving it
Well, a warm and Western howdy, all you survivors of Christmas. C’mon. You’re all seasoned-enough riders by now to swing your foot (left) into the stirrup and hop aboard your
Nothing like pulling your boots out of the stirrups, leaning back and stretching in the saddle. Drinking hot coffee up there? That’s sure fun, although, for some of you newer
As long as I’ve lived here, it’s always so discombobulating and strange as Christmas sneaks up. I’ve got friends all over the country who are involved in traditional winter tasks
You can never be too early. Just wanted to warn you locals. There’s just 3,669 shopping days before Christmas — in the year 2030. If we could just figure out
Well what an absolute Thanksgiving treat to see you, dear saddlepals. Hope you’re in the midst of turkey stupor, friends, family and may mold overtake all computer banks of your
By Olga KaczmarSanta Clarita resident My sister and I have been sending packages and money to our relatives in Ukraine for about 20 years. We send food, clothing, household utensils,
Hard to believe. We’ve somehow fell, tumbled, stumbled, slid down embankments, been washed down calm creeks turned to rapids and somehow just about made it to Thanksgiving of this tumultuous
I’m rather happy and then some. Despite the apparent ability to conquer time, at least in the SCV, a virus has visited, altering our daily lives. I haven’t seen my
I’m guessing that most of us are adult enough to have figured out this insane cultural dance we’ve all grumpily agreed to — Daylight Savings Time. Spring forward. Fall back.
This should be an issue for we gentle folk who hop one side to the other and back again through the trusty Santa Clarita time continuum. But come Sunday morn,
Hello dear friends and saddlepals. Hope life’s been kind to you and, if it hasn’t, I’ve a cure. What say you and some of these low-down mangy Santa Clarita friends
A warm and Western howdy, saddlepals and saddlepal-ettes. Hope autumn is being kind to you. As always, inspiring vistas are promised as we mosey through our weekly time portal back
News release The Santa Clarita Public Library and the Southern California Chapter of the Historical Novel Society are “thrilled” to present the panel discussion, “History Talks! Spooky History,” at 6:30
John Lang’s family has lived in Placerita Canyon for almost 100 years, and so Lang has about a century’s worth of memories to share. In that time, the Langs opened