"We insist that you stay at our house," said a relative over the phone. "Don't pay for a hotel."
Last week, I went to lunch with fellow "Right Here, Right Now" columnist Steve Lunetta at the Corner Bakery in Valencia, which incidentally has some of the best chicken tortilla soup in the Valley. During our lunch, the conversation - not-so-surprisingly - turned toward politics and how Steve and I might have an impact on the restoration of the Republican Party to its Reagan-era glory.
"There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again."
It is too bad the Castaic Lake Water Agency continues to rely on distortions and exaggerations to discuss the extensive environmental issues involving water supply in our valley.
Ever had one of those nights when you lay in bed with a nagging little feeling something's wrong?
Our family's worst experience with Big Medicine occurred nearly 15 years ago. Like most, we'd had skirmishes here and there with our insurance company, but this one was nearly a killer.
With this New Year just begun, I would like to wish to all of you and to all whom you know, good health, prosperity, fairness and service to others.
A funny thing happened on the way to Tuesday's election. Both Democrats and (many) Republicans came to agree that George W. Bush's reign at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue was the Katrina of U.S. presidencies. Poor, outbound George. Throughout his life, his name-saving father, former President George Herbert Walker Bush, has always been there to bail him out and cover his losses, including drunk driving, avoiding military service in Vietnam and running businesses into the ground. But ...
In 1933, my grandparents were living in Sioux City, Iowa. The Depression that had started with the stock market crash in 1929 deepened in the intervening years, and made it impossible for Russ and Thelma to stay in the corn belt.
The other evening, I was leaving Vincenzo's Pizza with my son after the traditional Tuesday Hart Football Feedbag. As we were getting ready to turn right on Lyons out of the parking lot, I saw it.
The axiom that the world's destiny is in the hands of bankers and industrialists is never more aptly demonstrated than in wartime.
I read with great interest John Boston's column, "On dirt clods and an Acton bullet." That man has some serious literary talent, and like a fine tool, John Boston knows how to use that skill to "move" you.
It has been a little more than 100 days since I was named publisher of The Signal. In that time, I have consistently heard two things from passionate Signal readers: "Don't screw up my paper"; and "Please make The Signal relevant again."
In the late 1990s when I worked for Ernst & Young, I recall a meeting of the management of the Financial Services Group during which tempers got heated and the following exchange occurred:
We never forget the drought. Whether it's the one we're currently enduring, or the 1987-92 drought, or another that will inevitably occur, here at the Castaic Lake Water Agency we keep a vigilant eye toward ensuring the viability of the Santa Clarita Valley's water supply. In recent months, we have talked about some of those efforts. We've explained how we plan to ensure a reliable supply despite court rulings and regulatory orders limiting the flow ...
Seemingly disconnected things. One spurious. The other more serious. Both point the same way to freedoms lost, never to be regained.
In 2006 I came up against a holiday deadline crunch, so I turned my column over to Turpy, the beloved eight-year-old Golden Retriever/Chow mix who had turned up at our doorstep as a puppy.
When Charles Darwin penned his final draft of On the Origin of Species in 1876 he gave the world a game-changing worldview. Up until that time it was generally held that the only explanation for the reality of things was the intentional activity of a higher power, usually understood as supernatural and divine. Darwin's theory of evolutionary natural selection offered a way out. He declared that he could explain the reality of our world, and everything in it, without God.
Politics is not for the faint-of-heart or easily discouraged. It's a long game with many moving parts and players. It has all the intrigue of a mystery, all the sport of any game, and strategy that would rival most military coups.
If you have children or grandchildren in school in Santa Clarita, I hope you will join me for the Literacy & Arts Festival on Saturday, Dec. 7.
So let's get some things straight right off the bat: Yes, Obamacare's rollout has been an unmitigated disaster. And yes, some people have lost their insurance plans despite President Obama's assurances that if they were happy with what they had they could keep it.
It is becoming more evident everyday. Our society is fracturing into little cliques of discontent. We are becoming a factious people. Cynicism might be nominated as our national hobby, and the criticism it breeds has turned us into a passionate yet mediocre debating society.
We turn up our collective noses at the brutality of Ancient Rome's gladiatorial combat games. These bloody, brutal and deadly contests were decadent displays of an indulgent, yet morally primitive culture, we tell ourselves. Athletes were slaughtered for the entertainment of the Roman citizens-sacrificed for their amusement. Every gasp in disgust at what the ancient Romans did in the Colosseum suggests that we somehow think we are better than that.
I love buying a new car. Yes, I know. Buying a used car makes better financial sense since new cars lose about 30 percent of their value when you drive them off the lot.
It would appear that there is some confusion as to the purpose of the essays that appear under my name on the op-ed page of the Mighty Signal.
Much has been written over the past few months regarding the GOP establishment's attempts to quiet the Tea Party/Conservative wing of the party.
Santa Clarita's community gardens are feeding local families - and not just the families of gardeners. Just like America's "war gardens" and "victory gardens" during World War II, Santa Clarita's gardens are providing pesticide-free, healthy food for families.
When smoke clears on this unfortunate period of American political polarization and congressional debauchery, we will learn the man most responsible for our modern dysfunctional political intercourse is George W. Bush's infuriatingly effective propaganda master, Karl Rove.
Veterans Day. 11/11. A special day, a time to honor our country's heroes. Those who have served this great nation have done so in times of peace and in times of war. They protect and defend our country and allow us to live our lives with the freedoms we all expect, enjoy, and all too often take for granted. We can live the American Dream thanks to these brave men and women. These fine citizens ...
At the very core of Liberalism is the idea that good deeds can only be achieved by legislating them. Strong arguments can be made that these "do-gooder" policies achieve the opposite and actually serve to hurt those they intend to help.