September 4, 2009
I remember as a child watching the smoke draw closer and closer, then finally seeing the flames lick the wind on a hot summer day in the hills of Glendale as a small brush fire stalked down the hill toward our home. To a young boy, the fear in such a sight is dismissed by the excitement and adventure it brings. The firefighters quickly put down the flames, but never the memory. And it was nothing like what we’ve been witnessing this last week in our collective back yard. No excitement.