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Michael Picarella: February’s family briefs
Wife outraged, son sick, calls keep coming, buttons everywhere 'There's no place to sit,' says wife At about 4:30 p.m., Wed., Feb. 4, my wife came home from a long day of work and said she couldn't go another night in search of a place to sit, that the constant mess in the living room was becoming a nuisance. "Every day," my wife said, "I come home tired, wanting to sit down, relax and watch ...
From The Signal Archives: Cops, robbers and railroads
Editor's note: As The Signal celebrates 90 years of service to the Santa Clarita Valley this year, we offer this peek into the SCV of days past from the Feb. 26, 1959, Newhall Signal and Saugus Enterprise.
Michele Buttelman: Eat, drink and be merry
The snow-capped mountains in the distance, the deep, clear blue sky, the soft breeze that ruffles the emerging green shoots of spring - can the past week in the Santa Clarita Valley have been more perfect? I will try to hold on to this memory when the temperatures reach 115 in August.
Michelle Lovato: There's a first time for everything
I ordered lunch at my newly not-so-favorite fast-food restaurant last weekend, and the cashier, whom I've known for five years, asked me if I wanted the senior discount.
Michele Buttelman: Showers bring out the wildflowers
It's been wet, wild and cold this week. It's lovely weather for growing things. I noticed that patches scorched by the Sayre Fire are starting to sprout some beautiful emerald shoots.
John Boston: Where were the doughnuts?
"Watch your thoughts, for they become words. "Watch your words, for they become actions. "Watch your actions, for they become habits. "Watch your habits, for they become character. "Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny." - Unknown About once a year, I participate in the Santa Clarita version of "Justify Your Life." It's where a dozen or so alleged professionals wander an elementary school and talk about what they do for a living. Wednesday ...
Lynne Plambeck: Speaking up for the environment
I can't tell you how many times community members have come up to me after a public hearing and asked if I thought their presence and comments did any good.
Michelle Lovato: Oh, how do I love thee?
I've chosen to believe my husband has massive brain damage. This, of course, is why he does so many things I don't understand.
Happy birthday to us
Happy birthday to us The Signal is 90 years old. Amazing, isn't it? In today's world of 500 cable channels, the Internet and information beamed to your cell phone there's still nothing that can compare to your hometown community newspaper. It's a treat to see photos of your child's school play, read about your neighbor's favorite charity or keep tabs on your city's politicians - all delivered to your doorstep. Only your community newspaper will ...
Michael Picarella: Valentine’s Day: I must reflect
The following are random Valentine's Day reflections: My wife is not a big fan of chocolate. She feels horribly guilty whenever she nibbles even one small bit of a Hershey's chocolate kiss. I buy my wife the biggest heart-shaped box of chocolates every Valentine's Day to show my love. Valentine's Day is a special day for a kid. It's when you ask someone special to be your Valentine. It's when someone special asks you to ...
John Boston: No habla George Orwell?
"INTERPRETER, n.: One who enables two persons of different languages to understand each other by repeating to each what it would have been to the interpreter's advantage for the other to have said."
Michelle Lovato: To save Captain Stinkybottom
It was a dark and stormy night, and I was trying desperately to convince my bladder it wasn't full. The wind sliced through my bedroom window crack as I lay embedded in my mattress, surrounded on three sides by the best blankets in the house. My husband lay on the other side of my blanket berm in a steady drool.
Michael Picarella: 'News briefs' from the Picarellas
TV broke, conversation a must At 9:22 p.m., Sat., Jan. 3, the TV in the master bedroom of my home stopped working. For the remainder of the evening, my wife and I were forced to hold steady and focused conversation. "At almost 10 p.m. on a Saturday, after our 5-year-old and his slumber buddies had already gone to sleep on the living room floor, what were my husband and I to do but talk quietly ...
John Boston: Three books for four boys
When I think of unique gifts for myself, they usually run into the realm of quantum physics and time travel.
Michele Buttelman: Are you a rock star?
It's the last Sunday of January. As much as I hate to admit it, I must be getting up there, because the months seem to rush by quicker and quicker. Duff McKagan of Guns N' Roses
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