Palm trees bent in half as wind gusted to 60 to 65 mph, and dust and debris whipped around the area. Thick smoke obscured the sun.
Susan Nuttall sat in her black Mercedes in a cul-de-sac just off the Pacific Coast Highway, saying she had fled her condo just below the Pepperdine campus.
''We're all scared to death and we have nowhere to go,'' said Nuttall, 51, still wearing a bathrobe and holding her chihuahua.
"Our greatest responsibility is to be good ancestors."
-Jonas Salk
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Ms. Zhivago
The NYTimes has a story about the wildfire season in Southern California that features a particularly poignant vignette:
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I caught that too. Simple solution: go to a dear friend's house. Oh, wait: never mind.
Had she lived in Northern CA, the article would have been that much shorter.
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D
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