Historians certainly like to second-guess the bad thing. The most frequent example revolves around avoiding World War II by subverting the rise of Adolf Hitler.
In 2004, when I made my first trip to the Painted Turtle Camp in Lake Hughes, I knew I was in for something special.
I'm glad to feel the taste of fall in the air. It would be nice if the weather stayed this mild!
Each year around this time I devote a column to the Santa Clarita Chapter of Pet Assistance Foundation. I do it because I love dogs (and other pets), and I wholly support the good work that Pet Assistance does, including its seasonal tradition of more than 15 years, Pet Photos with Santa. I hope that you'll embrace that cause as well.
Board rooms were never dull or lifeless when John Hassel was in the room.
"Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
I've noticed something. Men are different than women. Bow. Smile wanly. Bow some more. Wave. Thank you. I now will accept my Nobel Prize for being a Brain Scientist.
My wife and I recently heard that our 5-year-old son should expect to lose teeth soon.
The issues raised in two recent Signal columns (Sept. 18 and 26) are important ones. Perhaps a clear and accurate definition of "inclusionary" housing would help. Inclusionary housing is a local requirement for market-rate (for-profit) housing developers to provide some percentage of affordable housing as part of their development.
So, what is your 510(k) or IRA worth? 90 percent of its value from last month? 60 percent? I never wanted to retire, anyway. The thought of wasting my time on hobbies, enjoying grandchildren, trips on cruise ships, rebuilding classic cars and going to baseball games is abhorrent. I'd rather be working.
As we gather with friends and families over the holidays to enjoy the abundance and variety of food our country offers, perhaps we might want to give some thought to how that food is produced.
From budget delays to the notorious bailout, the American public and Santa Claritans in particular are faced with economic decisions that will affect our quality of life.
Two years back, Congressman McKeon and I met for lunch over at Salt Creek Grille. He was gracious and remarkably forthcoming.
Finally had enough? Have you lost so much, suffered so much, that you're ready to cry "Uncle!" on the excesses of these past terrible eight years? You're not alone. Regular readers know that Carrie and I make a morning practice of visiting with gregarious friends at the Granary Square Starbucks. Over hundreds of cups of Pike's Place Roast for me, and soy chai lattes for Carrie, we've assimilated into a raucous group of witty, irreverent, and lively wise guys who essentially hold court over the place from 6 to 9 a.m. Drop by some morning ...
I have watched many election nights in my lifetime, and none comes close to matching the joy, relief and satisfaction I felt on Nov. 4, 2008.
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.