There’s No Place like Home
The fires are still burning in the eastern part of the county. But there are hazy blue skies here in the Northwest corner for the first time since Monday. There is ash everywhere, our tile roof is speckled gray. The schools are still closed but most people are back at work. Disasters come, disasters go. This is life.
The police plain-clothesman, Nick, on the old ABC comedy, Barney Miller said once that his grandfather always had the saying: “when things are at their bleakest, at least we don’t have locus!”