ElectionsVote Please. Someone tell me it’s not almost October already and, worse, it’s the October in the advanced scifi year of 2016. Do you have any idea what that means? The 2016 presidential electi(more..)

ElectionsVote Hey saddlepals. Well. I hope this is an easy end to summer. I’ve yet to take the time to inspect, like our Tataviam ancestors, the little rear ends of varmints to see if this is going to be a we(more..)

ElectionsVote What a glorious day to hop on a fine horse, hold onto our hats and duck into a time vortex for a trail ride. I’d say from today’s headline alone, you pretty much are obligated to ride alon(more..)

ElectionsVote We’ve also one of the strangest elections in our history to peruse. C’mon. Let us ease ourselves into the frictionless sanctuary of yesteryear, where even time itself stops… &nbs(more..)

ElectionsVote First day of September. Summer is sneaking to a close. Shall we mosey into yesteryear for a personal peek?   (PHOTO CAPTION: This week in 1956, Rubbish czar Louis Visco was slapped with a petit(more..)

ElectionsVote Well howdy there, you late sleepers and big dreamers. C’mon. Get your little sleepy latte-sipping selves into some old jeans and comfy boots. We’ve some trail-riding ahead. On this mornin(more..)

ElectionsVote Top of the morning to you all, saddlepals. C’mon. Let’s climb out of those condos and overpriced mansions you bunkhuggers. It’s time for a brand new trailride into the yesteryear of (more..)

ElectionsVote One almost hates to say it aloud lest the meteorological wood nymphs be tempted, but after that brutal heat wave last month, August surely has been unusually pleasant. So far. Nice morning for a tra(more..)

ElectionsVote This morning we’ve some interesting vistas ahead. There’s foundings and closings, ghostly canyons and ancient graffiti. Plus, this morning, I’ve splurged. All the rodeo stock is out (more..)

ElectionsVote Top of the day to you, dear saddlepals. We’ve a most excellent adventure awaiting on the dusty back trails of Santa Clarita history. My predecessor, ol’ A.B. Perkins, nearly got himself k(more..)