"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.
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.
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.
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.