My wife, 5-year-old son and I passed a water fountain, and sure enough my boy wanted a coin so he could make a wish. This wasn't your typical fountain for wishing. It was a drinking fountain.
Children are amazing in their capacity to awaken the spirit of goodness and generosity in one's soul.
"Modern man drives a mortgaged car over a bond-financed highway on credit-card gas."
Often at the city of Santa Clarita, we are asked for easier ways to reduce our carbon footprint.
What's up with this Wall Street versus Main Street political buzzword gobbledygook?
When I was a kid, I entered countless grocery store coloring contests and colored my pictures with great skill and patience, my eye always on the first-place prize.
The monster brushfire that raged through the hills above Sylmar and raced against traffic along Interstate 5 last month was finally extinguished several days after it started.
So how did we get into this financial mess?
It seems to me that all the experts evaluating this economic crisis are generally in agreement that everything is going to be OK.
Let me tell you about our house.
I have written that this national election is one of the most historic and important in modern history, and that is still true. However, recent events have conspired to turn this presidential campaign into either farce or tragedy.
"Show me a young conservative and I'll show you someone with no heart. Show me an old liberal and I'll show you someone with no brains."
As many families across the state know first hand, our economy is in crisis. Households are increasingly finding it hard to make ends meet with spikes in the price of gas ticking $5 a gallon, grocery bills that are taking up more and more of the family budget, home prices that are dropping, and the mortgage crunch affecting us all.
Why did I not support a Republican candidate for president in 2008?
"The world is dying from a lack of love."
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.
I have watched helplessly in recent weeks and months with a growing sense of alarm, fearing that our generation is witnessing the death of one of the most vital pillars of liberty: the freedom of individual thought and the free exchange of ideas. While it's true that the First Amendment only protects people from government reprisals for speaking freely, social media and mass media lynch mobs are just as much a danger in a free society as any oppressive government.
Memorial Day is almost here and that means a three-day weekend for most Americans. The annual holiday in honor of the brave men and women who've died serving our country to keep us safe and free is also considered the unofficial start of summer! Flags will be raised in honor of those we've lost, while families and friends will gather for backyard barbeques, lawn games, and poolside fun.
Followers of this column know that five weeks ago my daughter Katie was struck by a motorcycle in India. Katie suffered severe traumatic brain injury; required emergency cranial surgery, was comatose two days, spent six days in the ICU, and subsequently required 16 further days of hospitalization to recover sufficiently well for the 24 hour jet trip back home. Landing at LAX, Katie immediately spent two days at UCLA for a thorough work up, followed by one month of outpatient cognitive and occupational rehab. Five days ago, virtually fully recovered,