The season of good cheer has come and passed. Time to pull down the tree, pack up the ornaments and savor that last glass of eggnog cluttering the refrigerator.
To all of you I wish a very healthy, happy, prosperous new year. 2009 was clearly a year of political change, but there were no dramatic upheavals or surprises, just a president doing what he said he would do.
It's easy to be negative. That pothole in the street in front of your house that jars your teeth in the morning as you start the daily commute can make it seem like the city does not care.
Parallel universes (or alternate realities in which the laws of physics are not only dissimilar but in conflict) is the stuff of science fiction and quantum mechanics. Brought down to earth, the concept takes on sinister dimensions.
This season we at the Santa Clarita Valley Emergency Winter Shelter have served a significantly increased number of clients compared to prior years. As a trend, we usually begin the season with a median number of clients then climb to near our capacity.
In the mid-90s the Republican-controlled House of Representatives held public hearings to "expose" the venality and cruelty of the Internal Revenue Service.
My December horoscope on MSN stated Sagittarians "stand against the pre-established social order of this society." That explains my figurative tendency to hit my head against the wall.
"We are five days from fundamentally transforming America" declared Presidential candidate Barack Obama on Oct. 30, 2008.
This past year was an exciting one for Santa Clarita Transit with the introduction of advanced technology, a new route and additional resources for riders.
Margaret Mead, a much-loved conservationist, once said: "Never doubt that a few committed individuals can change the world.
This past Monday I stopped at the local supermarket to grab a thing or two. Passing the frozen meat section, I noticed a young grocer rearranging large boxes in the display case. "Turducken," squawked the label, and pictured in epicurean freakishness was a frankensteinian mishmash of turkey, duck and chicken shoved and stuffed into an unholy fowlish trinity.
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What a difference 60 miles make.
My most memorable encounter with plagiarism occurred a few years back while teaching English at College of the Canyons.
In an editorial published back East in August 1997, I urged Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu to resign.
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.
Someone has rightly said that a true friend is one who walks in when everyone else is walking out. In most areas of life, tragedy and trial bring truth to the surface. Your true character is best seen in the worst of situations, when the façade falls away and you no longer can hide who you are. When it comes to friendships, hard times bring out the reality of the relationship.
Ever since I moved to Santa Clarita nearly 28 years ago, I've always appreciated our community's clean streets, wide open spaces and active lifestyle.
In the 1976 movie "Network," Peter Finch delivers the famous line, "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore."
Editor's note: The following column was written in response to a news story reporting that Gov. Jerry Brown, after touring California counties to determine effects of prisoner realignment, declared, "I can report ... that realignment is working."
The United States government recently launched the Ahmadiyya Muslim Caucus chaired by veteran Republican Congressman Frank Wolf.
The world as we see it in our own eyes can be stressful, enigmatic, or blessed. Mine is a wonderful place to be.
Let me let you in on a joke I recently experienced.
When veterans return home, their fighting days should be over. They put their lives on the line for their country and fought the good fight.
We live in a global world with a global economy. Never did that concept become so clear to me than on the Trade and Investment Mission to China led by Supervisor Antonovich earlier this month.
You would think that a big push to develop a massive gravel mine would at least be backed up by one significant factor:
I just got back from a series of business trips in the east. I was able to visit the garden spots of Pittsburgh, Topeka, Kansas City, and Philadelphia. I was never so glad to get back home.
I've always heard that the airwaves belong to the people.