On Tuesday, January 7, the day the Pacific Palisades and Altadena largely burnt down, I walked to the top of my driveway with my husband and oldest son. While we were not yet in a mandatory evacuation zone, we could see a wall of flames all along Sullivan Canyon—a ridge that’s about a mile from our house—an inferno put into even greater relief by the se…
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