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.
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.
"A solitary bad person sitting alone, harboring genocidal thoughts and wishing he ruled the world is not a problem unless he lives next to us in the trailer park. In the big geopolitical trailer park that is the world today, he does."
As did William F. Buckley Jr. and Barry Goldwater, I reject rote, unthinking party loyalty. I reject the censure of my individualism, sagacity and liberty.
I decided that my vote cast three weeks ago will gum up the optical reading machine at county clerk headquarters down in Norwalk.
Welcome to Pacific Standard Time! I hope everyone remembered to "fall back" last night.
The time has finally come! On Tuesday we all head to the polls to vote for the future of this country, this state and this community.
Watch the debates. Read the mailers. Everyone running for the Santa Clarita City Council in the April 8 election - right down to the last one of the 13 candidates fighting over three seats - wants the support of our local seniors.
Sometimes it is difficult to assess qualifications one needs to do a job. I have always felt a surgeon requires not only intellect, but should have hand-eye coordination to at least catch a football.
With a City Council election nearing, it is time for a change at City Hall. Councilwomen Weste and McLean are up for re-election. After 13 years on the council, it is time to send both women packing and thank them for their service.
Two weeks ago, I submitted my paperwork with the Registrar of Voters to become an official candidate for Congress.
Every now and again, life itself interrupts what we think or hope life should be and rudely reminds us that we are not as in control as we believe we are.
I remember seeing a poster somewhere proclaiming "Readers are Leaders." Certainly the basic truth here is evident, but I greatly fear there is need for some additional specificity. I'd vote for expanding it to say "Readers who read the right things are leaders."
Congress missed another opportunity to curb the outrageous spending that is taking place in Washington. The tense political climate prevented a prolonged but necessary debate on the debt ceiling.
Years ago, city leaders pushed to pass the open space initiative, buying land around our city to prevent development and maintain scenery.
As a longtime Santa Clarita resident and a real estate professional, I know the importance of community. Santa Clarita is home to several vibrant neighborhoods, each with its own identity.
Black History Month has passed, but I remain inspired by Martin Luther King Jr.'s dream that we would not be judged by the color of our skin, but by the content of our character.
The record dry year we are in has been in the news. Primarily the editorials and citizen feedback have been calls for more conservation.
It is a rare occasion that I write nice things about a Republican politician. Very rare.
I wasn't expecting an ethics lesson when I turned on the Winter Olympics, but one jumped out at me anyway.
Over the past decade, Safe Action For the Environment Inc., the city of Santa Clarita and other community leaders have battled to save Soledad Canyon from the planned Cemex mega-mine, seeking cancellation of two 10-year contracts in which 56 million tons of aggregate would be extracted from the proposed mine site just outside Santa Clarita city limits.
As most readers know by now, I am in the midst of finishing out my last few weeks as a Santa Clarita City Council member.