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Eugene Moy, a Chinese scholar, gave the community an opportunity to hear him speak about the Chinese laborers involved in building the railroad at the Santa Clarita History Center at Hart Park on Sunday afternoon. Attendees got the chance to sit outside near the history center and hear Moy pass along his knowledge of local history. Moy began the conversation
There’s many stops to make this week, amigos. We’ve got Rudolph Valentino to say howdy to — well. Maybe more of an adios. There’s bandits, Geronimo, blowhards, the first local
I’ve oft said how quickly time passes. Seems like just yesterday we were riding in an unusually cold January. Now, forecasted is a rather pleasant Labor Day weekend with a
Well howdy there, you late sleepers and big dreamers. C’mon. Get your little sleepy latte-sipping selves into some old jeans and comfy boots. We’ve some trail-riding ahead. On this morning’s
Top of the morning to you all, saddlepals. C’mon. Let’s climb out of those condos and overpriced mansions you bunkhuggers. It’s time for a brand new trail ride into the
Nice morning for a trail ride into yesteryear, dear saddlepals. We’ve got porn stars and outlaws, cross-dressing baseball players and one of the bigger trailer park brouhahas on record. There’s
Funny thing? Twenty years ago this week, this was the oddest Santa Clarita Valleyv August. Cold nights. Drizzly mornings. Beats any quadruple-digit egg evaporator. This morning we’ve interesting vistas ahead. There’s beginnings and endings, ghostly canyons and ancient graffiti. We’ll be saying howdy to crooks, firebugs, movie stars,
I’ll never forget, sharing a cold beer with a few rowdy, patriotic and hard-riding cowboy friends. One of them nearly got a tear in his eye and wanted to propose a toast before
News release History buffs and railroad enthusiasts are invited to gather at 10 a.m. Saturday, Sept. 5, at the end of Lang Station Road in Canyon Country to celebrate the 150th anniversary of the joining of the
Ouch. Eeeesh. Amen. Boy howdy. The way the mercury’s been bubbling, perhaps we ought to just monkey with the time continuum a smidge and go back in history to some distant November. In Switzerland. Well. Let’s not be
Big surprise? It’s hotter than heck. Top of the mid-July Sunday morn to you, amigos, amigo-ettes, amoebas and amoeba-ettes (the last two being sort-of Spanish for cute little wiggly friends). I vote we skip
Top of the Signal Saturday morning to you, dear saddlepals. A most excellent adventure ahead have we, what with giant bears, an unusual shooting (and reason because) of a Highway Patrolman and Fourth of
Today, this glorious, once in a forever eon, each in our own way, it’s our day to howl. Happy Independence Day, dear saddlepals. Happy 250th Birthday and Happy Time Ranger adventure. Isn’t it just beyond grand
By Rachel Roberts Contributing Writer A “vanishingly rare” copy of the American Declaration of Independence discovered by a volunteer at the UK’s National Archives will go on display to mark the 250th
Fifty years ago, independent film maker Thomas Van Dyke received a call from former U.S. Sen. John Warner giving him an opportunity of a lifetime. As the one in charge of the American Bicentennial Revolution, a nationwide
What with the death of Bill Hart, the most bizarre traffic stop in history, Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis visiting here, and an entire passel of ¡¡¡No me lo puedo creer!!! (“You’ve Got to Be Kidding Me!!!”) stories,
News release Armed Bigfoot expeditions — in the Santa Clarita Valley? Werewolves reported in Castaic? Giant, man-eating grizzly bears wandering Canyon Country? UFOs hovering over Newhall? Valencia’s Vampire Van killer? A dream that saved
If I had a magic wand, I’d wave it over all the Dads and poof would appear big screen TVs in quiet dens, remote controls with fresh batteries, recliners and your own six trays
Welp. We’ve saddled up several thousand fine steeds, even a few with English saddles for those of you who are, ahem — Westernly Challenged. I suppose it would be easier for us to have