Dear Friends, Family and Parole Officer Detective Bartell:
This year, worries over the economy have slowed us all down a bit. For many, there's that nagging concern about whether we will have a job next year or just how slow our business will get.
For many years, water agencies used polluted water from wells contaminated with ammonium perchlorate to calculate the water supply for new development in Santa Clarita. After a successful lawsuit by the Sierra Club and the Friends of the Santa Clara River, Castaic Lake Water Agency had to disclose the quantity of polluted water and when it would be cleaned up. Of course, future projections do not always pan out. Development has proceeded, but the clean-up facilities are still not operating.
Oh, the weather outside is frightful
My husband Vince was so cute out in the front yard with his grey hoodie and gold coat trying to dig our car out of its snow wedgy.
One of the main reasons that Obama is prevailing over McCain is very simple. It is intrinsic and very effective, and yet it is being ignored. It is out of the reach of issues.
"Joy is an inside job."
Each of the many funny and thought-provoking e-mails sent out by Grace Kierbel contained that signature phrase.
Americans are currently struggling with the stifling effects of a national recession, seemingly insurmountable national debt and a president who has destroyed our place of honor in the world.
The complicity of the Republican to enable a widely anticipated banking and investment collapse is just another Republican play to greed.
When I was in college, I lived in an apartment off campus. My neighbors included a bus driver, an elderly retired couple, some farm workers and a guy who just got out of prison.
In the budget-bickering, bananas world of Sacramento politics, be grateful for Cameron Smyth.
When my teenage daughter, Brandie, called Wednesday and told me our car had a "snow 'fro" from snow piling up on its rooftop, I didn't believe her. Like most Southern Californians, my husband Vince and I commute to work. We knew when we left our high desert home in Pinon Hills Wednesday morning we'd likely get trapped in sunny Santa Clarita. But our much-appreciated jobs at The Signal awaited and we enjoyed an exciting serendipity creeping along Highway 14 nearly alone.
The holiday countdown is now at single digits. Hanukkah begins tonight at sundown, Christmas is a mere four days away and Kwanzaa begins Friday. I rather think the British and the Canadians have it nicely thought out with Boxing Day celebrated on the day after Christmas. The day after Christmas should be a holiday! Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas and Joyous Kwanzaa!
Menorah lighting at Town Center Mall
Chris Dickerson changed my outlook. The unapologetic liberal and Baltimore transplant who served in the capacity of Signal city editor during the late 1990s, at one of our several lunches at the Way Station, opened my eyes to an epiphany.
This letter should have been written years ago, when the incident that prompts its belated publication took place.
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.
I have watched helplessly in recent weeks and months with a growing sense of alarm, fearing that our generation is witnessing the death of one of the most vital pillars of liberty: the freedom of individual thought and the free exchange of ideas. While it's true that the First Amendment only protects people from government reprisals for speaking freely, social media and mass media lynch mobs are just as much a danger in a free society as any oppressive government.
Memorial Day is almost here and that means a three-day weekend for most Americans. The annual holiday in honor of the brave men and women who've died serving our country to keep us safe and free is also considered the unofficial start of summer! Flags will be raised in honor of those we've lost, while families and friends will gather for backyard barbeques, lawn games, and poolside fun.
Followers of this column know that five weeks ago my daughter Katie was struck by a motorcycle in India. Katie suffered severe traumatic brain injury; required emergency cranial surgery, was comatose two days, spent six days in the ICU, and subsequently required 16 further days of hospitalization to recover sufficiently well for the 24 hour jet trip back home. Landing at LAX, Katie immediately spent two days at UCLA for a thorough work up, followed by one month of outpatient cognitive and occupational rehab. Five days ago, virtually fully recovered,