The West Coast is burning. Thoughts?

This is the view to the west from my home in San Francisco.  It’s 10:30 am and looks like twilight.  Cars have headlights on.  The sky is the color of a rusty steel beam, or maybe tea with a splash of milk.  The smoke going past is from fires hundreds of miles away in Northern California and Oregon.  Looking at the satellite maps it will probably continue for a few days.  And we’re lucky — it’s just the smoke here, not the actual flames.  That will take months to end.

I hope that Biden and/or Harris talk about what’s happening out here.  You know that 45 won’t, at least not in a way that shows any genuine concern for the people.

We were fortunate that our 90 year old family cabin, built by hubby’s family from scrap lumber during the depression, was not lost in the Santa Cruz fires a few weeks ago.  Even more fortunate, our neighbors there — all full-time residents — came through safely.  

But though our little community was safe (this time) other friends and beloved local businesses lost their homes in the fires.  This scene is being repeated throughout the west.  But the chattering classes don’t have much to say because it’s on the wrong coast.

What do you have to say?  Hoping all of you are safe, hoping not too many of you are having breathing troubles with this horrible air.

(btw — I wrote to Senator Harris, as a constituent, and asked her to use her national platform to speak up for us.)