Whats for dinner, dear, before we talk fires?
Columnist Logan Jenkins was half right with his comment “When it comes to wildfires, men are from Mars and women are for getting out of Dodge.” Yes, when my wife heard that residents of Chula Vista might be asked to evacuate, she immediately started boxing up old photos and dog food ready to flee. I myself, on the other hand, flew to Denver on business. This is probably the reason I have not had a home-cooked meal for several weeks. We live in North Park across the street from St. Augustine Academy. In recorded history, no Santa Ana inspired fire has ever, or will ever, advance to within 10 miles of here. No dry fuel; we are a mile from downtown and the damp ocean. Did I mention that our home is stucco and has a Spanish tile roof? What’s to burn? Herself pointed to pictures of stucco-tile roof homes in Escondido that had burned to the ground, (ones on the edge of developments where walls of flame could get at them, I might add). I met my wife in 1967, and she will tell you that I am fu
