@ 5:30 P.M. a army of emergency vehicles starts screaming past my window. Then my apt began to rattle from helicopters. I was going to go outside, but figuring it could be a domestic violence situation( bullets in the air) decided to let those window shaking helos tell me what was going on via the TEEVEE. About then I smell and see the hillside behind my apt on fire. Oh, o.k. initiate preliminary bugout plan of arm wrestling two cats into carriers, calling outside contact, emailing Doug. I'm nicely framed on three sides by the 101 freeway, largely following the historical route of the Portola expedition and later El Camino Real, a major offramp and the canyon drive with this hillside and canyon complex behind me. And then they came,on foot or by vehicle countless obvious 'lookylous' to the point firetrucks were driving partially on the sidewalks at points until CHiPs and Sherrifs could deploy detours and road closures. There was NO WAY I coud drive my car the scant few yards to relative safety out. I even had one woman and her kids knock on the door wanting to use my bathroom. There was a measure of payback, the ChiP and one VSD outside my window began issuing citations. I walked out with a cup of coffee, which he gulped greatfully before chasing another motorcycle going down the sidewalk! Buggout?No way! I returned to the reality of the TEEVEE for updates, with comic relief by Eri(K) Estrada selling land parcels. <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />