Los Angeles Fires: Remembrance Of Things Past

In search of lost stuff.

Me in my living room in December 2024.

I’m on day four of complete laryngitis, so this week you’re getting something written instead of something spoken.

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Two days from now will mark exactly one month since the Eaton fire destroyed the house I was renting in Altadena, California. As I watch my neighbors navigate massive and often maddening insurance claims while also trying to get their minds around the prospect of rebuilding, I know how lucky I was to be a renter. (This is more than a little ironic since home ownership has been my chief preoccupation for the last several years, but I’ll save that discussion for another time.)