"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. Both Democrats and (many) Republicans came to agree that George W. Bush's reign at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue was the Katrina of U.S. presidencies. Poor, outbound George. Throughout his life, his name-saving father, former President George Herbert Walker Bush, has always been there to bail him out and cover his losses, including drunk driving, avoiding military service in Vietnam and running businesses into the ground. But ...
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:
We never forget the drought. Whether it's the one we're currently enduring, or the 1987-92 drought, or another that will inevitably occur, here at the Castaic Lake Water Agency we keep a vigilant eye toward ensuring the viability of the Santa Clarita Valley's water supply. In recent months, we have talked about some of those efforts. We've explained how we plan to ensure a reliable supply despite court rulings and regulatory orders limiting the flow ...
While a lot about Syria remains unsettled, one fact is clear: President Obama has failed to convince the public and the Congress, that attacking the Assad regime is a good idea.
Recently, Vladimir Putin said something about Americans thinking that we are exceptional.
Those first few steps in the morning are surprisingly painful. It feels as if someone has hammered a 10-pound nail into the middle of your heel.
California and Texas are the Red Sox and Yankees of interstate rivalries. The biggest blue state and the big, bad red state love to hate each other, but they are fighting on the same side against the expensive and useless burden of over-testing.
It appears as if there is some confusion among conservatives regarding how our government works and its role in the lives of Americans, as well as its role in the world in general.
His neck and underarms were swollen. His skin itched, particularly on his arms. Sleeping at night was impossible.
I don't think my relationship with AM radio is particularly unique.
My family spent many years in the Middle East because of my Dad's occupation. He was a hydro-geologist, which means he's a guy who found water. Think divining stick with a little bit of science.
We all know Santa Clarita is a great place to live, but what makes it special is different for everyone.
Leadership is an essential component in a president, especially when facing military conflict.
There is a danger in being as glib as Sen. Ted Cruz, the winner of several national debating awards in college.
I became upset when I got word.
Think about the last time you were in a giant chain bookstore, with its aisles of best-sellers, its huge children's section, its walls of mysteries and rooms of romances. It's got all the classics, along with stacks of photo and art books you can flip through, page-turners that will keep you up all night, books you will read through in one sitting, business books, self-help books, spiritual books, how-to books - something for everyone.
Recently I alerted both the Mayor's and Sheriff's office of the growing nuisance of modified mufflers both by motorcycles and vehicles in the Santa Clarita area. My first draft to the Mayor's office was asking why isn't the SB 435 law not being enforced. The law requires that every motorcycle registered in California bear the required applicable Federal EPA label which states that the motorcycle emissions equipment is in compliance with federal noise standards.
So here are two old war protest songs that again have become timely for our day: