By now, you’ve seen the apocalyptic destruction unleashed by out-of-control wildfires in the Los Angeles area. Dystopian videos of piles of burnt-out cars left abandoned on the roads, smoldering ruins of historic houses, and nightmare photos of entire neighborhoods destroyed—along with the memories and possessions of tens of thousands of people—have been flashing across our screens for days now.
As a long-term resident here in the formerly great city of Los Angeles, I have been blessed that the flames have not come for me and mine in the flats of the Valley yet, but we know so many cherished friends who tonight are without a home—because their abodes have been burned to the ground.
You see the phrase bandied about in media that it looks like a “war zone,” especially in the Pacific Palisades, which has essentially been wiped off the earth in what…
