Unreal...
AND, OF COURSE
THURSDAY UPDATE
The SoCal fires remain out of control. It is a terrible tragedy. I am so sad for all of those harmed. My connection to the LA area is complex, bittersweet. From a 2016 post of mine:
It is the soggy and crushingly sad el Nino L.A. winter of 1998. My now- brain-met stroke-addled daughter is painfully traversing the final months of her life. While admitted to acute care facilities (she has been an acute care patient in seven across the two years of her horrific cancer struggle), she gets the best clinical attention available, no strings attached, courtesy of Medi-Cal (the California Medicaid agency for the poor and otherwise medically indigent). But, outpatient care is another matter. Sissy has ongoing need of follow-up physical and occupational therapy, regarding which Medi-Cal will not authorize reimbursement.
Her therapy team from Brotman Medical Center -- at great individual and aggregate personal and professional risk to themselves -- arrange to have her routinely come in incognito off the books to an outpatient rehab clinic in Beverly Hills where they work on the side, to continue her therapy -- notwithstanding that we all know by that time that she will not likely survive much longer...
Sissy's Selma Ave apartment was located between Hollywood Blvd and Sunset. a half block east of Fairfax. I spent a couple of years there with her until she died. (BTW, another riff from that era.)
One of the fires has reached the nearby Hollywood Hills neighborhoods.
Below, an incinerated Pacific Palisades residential neighborhood today.
Words really fail.
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