I was one of the many in Oak Park who were evacuated during the Topanga Fire. Being at the end of a cul-de-sac with the hill almost in my back yard, I was a sitting target. Somehow, the fireman who ordered me to evacuate, had an enormous calming effect on me. He assured more than once that all would be fine.
From a friend’s, I could see the flames, hear the sirens coming and going, not to mention the constant blaring over the bullhorns. What was happening? Where was ...
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