On Jan. 31, 1996, I published an essay in The Wall Street Journal titled "A Magnificent Misfit." The article eulogized my father, a European physician who dedicated his life to his craft and died poor but debtless.
We live in an information age where the world is at our fingertips. We pay our bills, balance our checkbooks, diligently manage our credit and even do our taxes without help. In an instant, however, our personal information can be stolen, ruining years of hard work. Social Security and credit card numbers, bank account information, driver's licenses and other valuable data can be used against us if they fall into the wrong hands.
Having a couple of days to clear my mind regarding tax time and the "tea parties," I thought about the unbelievable good fortune and bounty many of us have.
We humans have a natural inclination to be tolerant.
Managers of Castaic Lake Water Agency have often stated that drought does not occur in northern and southern California at the same time, so we would always have an adequate water supply. And for this year anyway, they were right. The Santa Clarita Valley has enjoyed slightly better than average rainfall, while diminished snow packs in Northern California have severely reduced our access to water from the State Water Project.
However, a massive building spree that ignored future water supply problems and a polluted ground water source has created a "perfect storm" of problems.
At the very moment photos snapped of President Obama shaking hands with Venezuela's Hugo Chavez, conservative commentators blood-letted and vented of Obama bespoiling the dignity of the office of U.S. President. FOXies might prefer Obama acting as high school prom bully, but Obama told us during the campaign he intended to employ diplomacy over bravado.
Genocide is the "premeditated expulsion and mass-murder of a people because of its indelible identity - race, ethnicity, religion, culture and language."
There was an amazing sight on Valencia Boulevard April 15: Hundreds of well-off, well-fed, whining white folks lined up, carrying signs, complaining about their alleged desperate plight in life - paying taxes. There was so much unpatriotic hate on the street during the so-called "TEA" party, I thought I was in a Texan secessionist meeting - maybe those folks who hate America so much should all just move to Texas and get the hell out of the United States.
In response to Saturday's article by Josh Premako regarding the development along Lyons Avenue ("Developer offers project," April 18), I happen to reside next to the proposed project at Lyons Avenue and Arcadia Street. While the concept drawing shown in The Signal is indeed a beautiful building, it is at best only an artist's rendering and does not show any of the detrimental effects that will be brought to the neighborhood on the Arcadia side of the project.
From the smoldering wreckage that was the Republican Party, a Phoenix is rising with wide-spread wings and a mighty resolve.
The nation's top dog has deeply disappointed the homeless dogs of America and their supporters.
California voters are fed up. And they should be.
The official sample ballot for the state special election on the propositions just arrived in my mail. The Proposition 1A spending measure and five other propositions are up for vote May 19.
What was once an oasis of new and exciting ideas is now a desolate wasteland.
My late father, a European-trained physician, did everything himself without benefit of nurses, clerical staff or drafty assembly-line consultation cubicles.
By now, most of us have heard of the terrible tragedy that happened in Santa Barbara before Memorial Day. A very confused young man committed a series of violent acts that resulted in the deaths of six college students.
You're familiar with the noise America has heard for a long time. It will continue, but it's easily unmasked.
The official arrival of summer is just weeks away. If you listen closely, you will soon be able to hear kids all over town chanting that classic phrase: "school's out for summer!"
Pulled out the paper this bright Monday morning and started reading. Of course, I have my bagel with strawberry cream cheese, oat bran cereal and tall glass of orange juice at the ready. I know how to start my holiday day.
While I was not yet living when it was fought, World War II has shaped so much of the world in which I have lived. It framed the whole idea of valor and courage and sacrificial service. And it wasn't only those who served in uniform who experienced the war, and felt that they played a vital part in bringing about a good and swift conclusion to it. In truth, we were a nation at war. Soldier and civilian were on the same team, working for a common goal, with mutual respect and honor.