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.
The nation spoke on Nov. 4. The 2008 election cycle will be forever marked in history for the incredible voter turnout and the election of the nation's first African-American president.
One must have the gift of a storyteller and a wide breadth of knowledge to provide historical narratives for future generations.
"Political campaigns are designedly made into emotional orgies which endeavor to distract attention from the real issues involved."
The Signal's opinion piece titled "The high speed rail hoodwink" (Opinion, July 13) recycles many of the myths and misinformation about the California High-Speed Rail Program that have been put forward by opponents.
I learned early the mantra that "hard work pays off." My father was a hard worker and was determined not to have any sons who were slackers.
Does anyone else find it interesting that our Founding Fathers made no mention of establishing a police force to protect the citizenry of the country?
We're finally getting our new street today. It took civic action by many in our neighborhood over the course of two full years, but the city has finally come around and allocated resources to maintain the assets for which we pay the taxes for them to maintain - in the first place.
For more than 15 years, several times a week, I find myself standing in line at the "criminal window" at one of our local county courthouses.
I grew up working odd jobs to earn money. In the winter I would go from house to house with my snow shovel, and in the summer you could find me wheeling my gas lawn mower down the block to service the five families that paid me to mow their lawns weekly. It was a great operation, and kept me in soda, sunflower seeds, and fishing bait throughout my summer vacation from school.
The news has been dominated for several weeks now with coverage of our rapidly deteriorating border security and the influx of children, in particular, traveling alone and coming into our country illegally.
I have written in this column in the past that I support illegal immigration. This position has earned me the ire of my fellow conservatives.
Kathy Norris of the Valley Industry Association paid me a visit a few weeks ago as part of a local business survey.
The political world is never static. The never-ending battles for power, prestige, policy and the perceived moral high ground are endless and endlessly fascinating.
If you've been to Castaic Lake recently, you may have noticed you're seeing a lot more of the launch ramp than usual. These days, that launch ramp is loooooong.
Part of the joy, and most of the misery, of my job as a pastor is being with folks when they in trouble, surrounded by the carnage of poor choices, and facing what appear to be insurmountable obstacles.
As a Muslim-immigrant to the United States of America, I find special meaning in the Fourth of July, an occasion symbolizing the struggle for freedom.
By now, the phrase "Respect is a Two-Way Street" may be a familiar one to Santa Clarita residents. That's because this is the main message behind the city's new safety campaign to help keep bicyclists, motorists and pedestrians safe on our roadways.
Undoubtedly by now you have observed the rather casual manner in which our president responds to each new scandal that pops up - and they do keep popping up.