On Monday morning, March 23, I anxiously awoke at 5:30 a.m. realizing I had to wait two more hours until I could board a chartered bus to take part in an annual road trip to our state Capitol.
Over the last several years, the city of Santa Clarita and Los Angeles county have been working with residents of this valley to create a joint general plan, the first of its kind in L.A. County.
When I meet people for the first time who know me only through this column, I initially must clarify that I have received no money for these weekly ramblings over the past 12-some years.
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Last month, I presented my view that our legislature in Sacramento is dysfunctional on fiscal matters. One problem, among other reasons, is that our elected officials tend to vote on party lines rather than on the individual merits of any given budget issue.
Today, I reach the mid-century point of my life. This offers a great time to take stock and look back to see what I have done in my life to make a difference.
I enjoyed reading the article in The Signal's Senior Living section yesterday (March 16) entitled "Knit together with love."
A trip to a Board of Supervisors meeting in downtown Los Angeles is never a pleasant experience for the public. It means a day off work, a long drive in traffic, usually about an hour and a half from Santa Clarita and a hefty parking fee. A long wait faces the intrepid traveler before the agenda item is heard. Then finally, the resident is granted the opportunity to speak to a supervisor who is not listening because he is having a conversation at the dais with someone else.
It's Lent, and our congregation is collectively reciting the Nicene Creed. Without warning, four pews forward, he collapsed. From standing tall with voice strong, he buckled. His wife caught his fall, guiding him to a supine position on the pew. I, and others rushed forward to aid.
It has been just 52 days since President Obama took the oath of office and began implementing the secret Democratic plan to destroy the United States, create a socialist welfare state and use the powers of the Vast Left Wing Conspiracy to silence the Vast Right Wing Conclave once and for all.
My Uncle Earl has got to be one of the crustiest fellows I've ever seen. From his thinning mouse-gray hair to his weathered western cowboy boots, Earl's features speak to a life of difficult lessons and hard-earned wisdom. Earl's time in the Marine Corps taught him to be tough under fire and not mince words. He also knows the price that men have paid to make us all free.
My love affair with newspapers is a life-long obsession that runs deep. All I know is newspaper work. I've managed circulation drives, operated a Compugraphic typesetter, sold advertising, done layout in the days of waxing machines and pica poles, been a news system IT trainer and now - a journalist.
The major media treats us to a plethora of so-called "headline" economic indicators on a daily basis.
Maybe it's because I was born during the Depression and we were poor, but I have a hard time - a very hard time - getting rid of anything that once had value. Maybe I'll need it again.
Not just Christians and Jews, but also Muslims, Buddhists, Hindus and the followers of many other religions believe in values like peace, respect, tolerance and dignity. These are values that bring people together and enable us to build responsible and solid communities.
I just returned from my 40th high school reunion. It was great, but I must admit I didn't realize how many old people would be there!
We here at the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy, also known as the Party of No (or is that "Know"?) often get letters from our loyal readers. Several are reproduced here for your reading enjoyment.
For years California has had a model school facility program that is a partnership between the state, local school districts and developers to share funding for new school construction and classroom renovation.
As a resident of Santa Clarita and keen observer of the governmental process, I am still puzzled why council members Kellar, Acosta, and McLean voted to play poker with more than $200,000 of your taxpayer dollars.
Author's note: In writing this week's column, let me disclose that I own a large regional landscape firm and am knowledgeable in both water conservation and landscape water requirements. Also important is that our firm does not perform public landscape construction or maintenance for the city of Santa Clarita or elsewhere.
It has long been understood that we always choose according to our best interests. That's the way our minds work.
I believe all Californians are environmentalists. Who doesn't want clean air and clean water?
I don't usually write consecutive columns about the same topic, but this situation seems to be careening out of control and our government seems impotent to stop it.
I am old enough to remember a time when political arguments revolved around policy differences, and the solutions to the major issues of the day were often hammered out in smoke-filled back rooms.
It is vacation season, and many of us are facing that age-old problem: We find it hard to relax!
Gary Horton's op-ed in The Signal ("Something to which we can all agree," July 9) was on the mark. Yes, this is something to which we can all agree.
A country and its citizens are not safe when the country lacks leadership. When that lack is repeatedly punctuated with one scandal and crisis after another, there is valid reason for grave concern.
In my last column ("The IRS is far from earning back our trust," June 30), I discussed the arrogance and lawlessness of the Obama administration and its bureaucrats, practiced on a scale unprecedented in American history.
Katie sat anxiously in the salon chair this past Tuesday afternoon. We were in Seattle visiting Katie - it was our first visit to see her since she left Southern California after recuperating from a traumatic brain injury she suffered in India.
This past Saturday morning, angry local conservatives gathered on one side of the Valencia Boulevard overpass of Interstate 5 to protest the child immigrants seeking refuge in the United States, and a counter-protest of progressives sympathetic to the plight of these poor kids gathered on the other side of the overpass.