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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.
Spring officially began on Friday, and it sure seems to be busting out all over the Santa Clarita Valley these days. However, it looks like winter is paying us one last blast. That's fine with me, spring is lovely, but I love winter.
Entertainment of the year
After months of construction, the city of Santa Clarita will officially open its new state-of-the art skate park to the public March 27 at 3:30 p.m.
Santa Clarita is a valley of natural beauty, endless trails and pristine parks. I see Santa Claritans out everywhere: biking, hiking, running, playing, reveling in our good fortune to live in such an ideal climate surrounded by stunning mountains and sacred trees.
There is a reason that conservatives in general and conservative Republicans specifically are angry and upset.
For years, policy-makers have assumed that any program to address global warming by cutting carbon emissions would be a drag on the economy and cause massive job losses.
I am told that my kids go to a good elementary school, Stevenson Ranch Elementary. Not only have I been told that, but from the various awards located in the front of the building, I must assume that this school is a good one.
One of our most necessary freedoms as Americans is the freedom of speech, as protected in the Bill of Rights. Yet, today, while much is being shouted and written supporting this prized privilege, the fact is the freedom to speak is being taken away.
The city of Santa Clarita is home to numerous nonprofit organizations that benefit residents from all walks of life.
Diffuse Intrinsic Pontine Glioma, or DIPG, is a terminal brain disease that affects children aged 5 to 10 years.
My Uncle Earl was recently invited to give the commencement speech at the Robert Oppenheimer School for Really Smart Kids, a charter school approved by the Newhall School District but located in Lancaster.
Dr. Seuss is among the most beloved in the pantheon of American writers. Ostensibly written for children, most of his stories also carry deeply meaningful lessons for those adults reading along with their kids.
Just when you think Fox News and the right-wing scandal machine can sink no further, they wallow in a new level of filth that just boggles the mind.
A friend of mine surprised me with an unexpected opinion the other day. Like me, he had recently traveled to India and came away stunned by the immensity poverty prevailing there.
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.