San Diego Soliloquies

Sunday, October 26, 2003

Greetings from Apocalypse Land

The sky is a mud mustard yellow, and the light is brown orange. The ashes lie two inches high on the windshield wipers. There are five major fires in San Diego, hundreds of homes are burning and the Santa Ana winds are predicted to last three more days.

One fire started in Ramona thirty miles north, and now one edge of the fire is about five miles away, and has probably destroyed my brother's home in Scripps Ranch. I've been tracking the news reports and mapping what's definitely gone in his neighborhood. Try to imagine scooping up your entire life in an hour, and transport it, along with your family to someplace safe, maybe miles away.

Given the fact that the fire is dropping embers miles away from the front, my wife and I have made up the lists, against the possibility that we will have to evacuate too.


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