I have never seen fires in Los Angeles in December! But there you have it: no humidity, drier than dry and hot. Combined with hellish winds that are not planning to abate until Saturday, four fires exploded, one in the center of the city (Los Angeles is full of large parks and canyons) that closed a major freeway and prevented thousands of people from going where they were supposed to. I will be picking up branches and ashes for days – but, hey, my house is intact (for now)- not something far too many people can say.
One. If you don’t live in the US, the name Matt Lauer won’t mean much to you. But, even someone like me, who never watches the major tv networks, thought of Matt Lauer as a sort of tv uncle: ever-present, somewhat innocuous and well-liked. Until women started talking. Once again, This was an open secret. And yet, far too many just let it go in the name of greed, status and just plain uncaring.
Two. From one creep to another. One more (creepy) tale of a virtual friendship gone terribly wrong. And why, in this day and age, do people still send each other naked pictures, one has to wonder.
Four. The 405 freeway (the busiest in the country) runs north to south across Los Angeles. This is what the commute looked like going north (south side was closed).
Five. Firefighters come to my house every Spring to make sure the brush is cleared far enough that, in the event of a fire, the property can be defended. They give us advice, we chat and thank them for their thoroughness. There is not a week that goes by that I don’t feel indebted to these men and women who, in the face of perilous climate change and more destructive fires, work miracles to keep us safe. I am sure the entire city feels the same way today.