"If you get thrown from a horse, you have to get up and get back on, unless you landed on a cactus; then you have to roll around and scream in pain."
"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:
By the time you read this column, Christmas will have passed and we will be looking forward to celebrating the New Year.
The year 2013 was a roller coaster of contrasts with some surprises. Here's a best and worst list:
As the new year approaches, many of us in the dimly lit brotherhood of computer clumsoids (and our number is legion) feel the sharp prod of IT experts who blow themselves blue encouraging we Luddites to change passwords once a year like smoke alarm batteries or high school girlfriends or underwear on "Duck Dynasty."
Paul Ryan is now polling first in Iowa for the next presidential election. If Ryan is encouraged by this news, he is not much of a student of recent political history. Polling first in Iowa more than two years prior to the state's overhyped, first-in-the-nation caucuses is a bit like being told by the guy at the convenience store that the lottery ticket he just sold you is the winner. Take it with a huge grain of salt.
I find comfort and inspiration in music -- all kinds of music. So when I see how obsessed the media have become with the 2016 U.S. presidential election -- barely a year after the last one -- I'm reminded of the Steve Miller Band's "Fly Like an Eagle." The chorus goes, "Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future."
In this season of fighting over the true meaning of the season, I offer my short (and admittedly incomplete) list of things which could make the world a better place all year round:
This just in from the North Pole: Santa says that his home is ice free!
One of the hardest things in life is being ignored, bypassed, or dismissed. We all appreciate being appreciated, and when we contribute we ought to be acknowledged as having been part of making something meaningful happen.
As we look back on 2013, it will likely be remembered as the year the rubber began hitting the road with regards to Obamacare. The failure of the website was epic, but it is minutia compared to the flaws in the law.
In 2013, Santa Clarita continued to rise above the challenges of the Great Recession, helping to build a strong community.
Most Americans have read or heard about the recent tragedy involving two young men in the fatal car crash in the Valencia industrial park here in the Santa Clarita Valley.
This time of year is especially noted for being filled with family gatherings, holiday shopping, gift giving and school vacations. A sense of joy and goodwill permeates our little valley as it does in many communities throughout the world.
At a recent seminar I listened as the presenter explained the social phenomenon now understood as "expanding adolescence." It's quite simple. While in the 1950's the life stage known as adolescence was defined as the 12-18 age period, it is now recognized that adolescence often expands up to 30 years of age. And if you just take a careful look around, you'll see this is no hair-brained idea.
In my first 100 days at the Santa Clarita Valley Economic Development Corporation, I've learned a lot more about the Santa Clarita Valley and about the unique economic development considerations that I think are our biggest strengths.