John Boston

I am forever wealthy for the memories I've built in this Santa Clarita, from being a skinny and lost kid here in the 1950s, living in the old hotel above Newhall Pharmacy to today, marching toward — ahem — middle age.

Any time of day or night, we have that ability to just rein our pony to a halt and just lean on the saddle horn, sit on our own personal ridge and take it all in from a safe distance.

Sure hope Santa was kind to you and, more importantly, you were kind to one another over Christmas.

DEAR FAM & LOOSELY ASSOCIATED FELONS — Drat I know I’m later than an Antelope Valley junior college teen bride sans moral compass with our annual newsletter/Christmas card, but, alas, […]

Well amen boy howdy, here we go, first Saturday in January 2025, on our very first time ride through the back canyons of Santa Clarita lore and history.

Top of a wintry morning here in one of the absolute best spots on the entire globe. I chat with friends across the country. They’re shivering or shoveling snow. Here? […]

So it's no big secret. I'm on Facebook. I keep up with the goings-on of old and dear high school chums, former workplace clock watchers and Democrat

Despite all the biblical catastrophes surrounding us, surely has been a gloriously beautiful week here in sanctuary Santa Clarita.

Old-timers love to wax nostalgic about the good old days, how beauty and poetry flew lazily across the Santa Clarita Valley, like butterflies and whippoorwills floating on gentle spring breezes.

A most warm and Western howdy to you, Santa Clarita saddlepals. We’ve a most interesting trail ride ahead through local history, one filled with dairy hijinks, blizzards and grisly posse […]