So you say you want a Castaic high school?
Every Sunday morning and Thursday afternoon our city hosts a real farmers market. Visiting the market in Newhall has become an enjoyable Thursday afternoon ritual for me.
As the May 19 special election made clear, Californians are fed up with the budget shenanigans in Sacramento.
This column isn't about Sarah Palin. It's about us and how we dysfunctionally relate to her dysfunctions.
There was a time in the past when a continental power rose to world dominance.
When I was a younger fellow, I learned about a unique little marketing trick called "bait and switch."
I have, on occasion, been told the ending to a movie I wanted to see or a book I was reading.
Say what you will about Carrie Prejean - the former, then reinstated, and again former - Miss California, but I must grant kudos for her on the fly invention of the term "opposite" marriage to describe traditional marriage between a man and a woman.
In the July 2, 2009, Signal, local environmental activist Lynne Plambeck urges us to support the Democrat "cap and trade" legislation that would put energy utilization under government control.
I am writing to correct a verifiable and completely incorrect statement made by Carole Lutness in her most recent Opinion column ("Conflicts of interest and other sorts," July 7).
The city of Santa Clarita's Concerts in the Park series is one of the most popular summertime traditions year after year. Spanning multiple genres, the 2009 talent lineup features returning favorites and first-time bands including popular tribute bands and high-energy performers, ensuring eight weeks of non-stop fun for the whole family.
There is an axiom that teaches that a borrower dies if lenders stop believing in him. The truer that saying, the more dire the economic scenario for California.
Many years ago, street sweeping used to be an activity carried on by all responsible cities and paid for by the general fund. Then the state passed its stormwater pollution runoff rule.
Most agree the role of good government is to provide citizens the important goods and services that private industry either can't, won't or is too inefficient to provide.
I believe the time has come for me to reveal a critical piece of information.
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,