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.
"A solitary bad person sitting alone, harboring genocidal thoughts and wishing he ruled the world is not a problem unless he lives next to us in the trailer park. In the big geopolitical trailer park that is the world today, he does."
As did William F. Buckley Jr. and Barry Goldwater, I reject rote, unthinking party loyalty. I reject the censure of my individualism, sagacity and liberty.
I decided that my vote cast three weeks ago will gum up the optical reading machine at county clerk headquarters down in Norwalk.
Welcome to Pacific Standard Time! I hope everyone remembered to "fall back" last night.
The time has finally come! On Tuesday we all head to the polls to vote for the future of this country, this state and this community.
To assist residents in preparing for the upcoming flu season, the city of Santa Clarita will be hosting the third annual drive-through flu shot clinic on Friday at College of the Canyons.
I participated in the Santa Clarita Christmas Bird Count on Dec. 28, and despite cold morning temperatures I had a great time as usual.
Bruce McFarland's commentary that appeared in the Dec. 23 issue of The Signal is particularly interesting because it's in a real sense a tour de force of flawed, liberal thought.
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.
Someone has rightly said that a true friend is one who walks in when everyone else is walking out. In most areas of life, tragedy and trial bring truth to the surface. Your true character is best seen in the worst of situations, when the façade falls away and you no longer can hide who you are. When it comes to friendships, hard times bring out the reality of the relationship.
Ever since I moved to Santa Clarita nearly 28 years ago, I've always appreciated our community's clean streets, wide open spaces and active lifestyle.
In the 1976 movie "Network," Peter Finch delivers the famous line, "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore."
Editor's note: The following column was written in response to a news story reporting that Gov. Jerry Brown, after touring California counties to determine effects of prisoner realignment, declared, "I can report ... that realignment is working."
The United States government recently launched the Ahmadiyya Muslim Caucus chaired by veteran Republican Congressman Frank Wolf.
The world as we see it in our own eyes can be stressful, enigmatic, or blessed. Mine is a wonderful place to be.
Let me let you in on a joke I recently experienced.
When veterans return home, their fighting days should be over. They put their lives on the line for their country and fought the good fight.
We live in a global world with a global economy. Never did that concept become so clear to me than on the Trade and Investment Mission to China led by Supervisor Antonovich earlier this month.
You would think that a big push to develop a massive gravel mine would at least be backed up by one significant factor:
I just got back from a series of business trips in the east. I was able to visit the garden spots of Pittsburgh, Topeka, Kansas City, and Philadelphia. I was never so glad to get back home.
I've always heard that the airwaves belong to the people.