Ah, the fire season in southern CA! Accidental fires, pyromaniacs, the Santa Ana winds, roofs designed to catch and hold burning debris, and those wonderful shake shingle roofs that everone loves so.

The memories of that heavy, acrid smell of smoke that you can't seem to escape, climbing up my father's ham radio tower in the dark to see how far the flames had moved since the previous night...

Sigh.... I doubt that much has changed, except the houses are closer together, and most people wait to be told to evacuate because they're not bright enough to get out of the way by themselves. <img src="/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

There are many things that I DON'T miss about SoCal! I wonder if there's a single orange grove left? Probably not. <img src="/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />

Sue