The big news today is the huge fires in Los Angeles. It appears that the city of Altadena got hit particularly hard. My paternal grandmother lived there and I remember visiting her house, on a nice little street probably unchanged since the 1920s or 19-teens, and going to the nearby little market on an errand for her. This would have been in about 1979.
She complained about Mexicans this and Mexicans that, as is normal for a white person living in Southern California. It's kind of required. She may have had a point in that apparently she had a home invasion and what saved her were her dogs, who, like the dogs we had when I was a kid in Hawaii, were willing to give their lives to defend her as they knew they were defending their own lives, also. I'm willing to bet the kids who broke into her place were not first-generation, or may not have been "Mexican" at all. Or may have been people, or children of people, she was nasty to. Because that's kind of required if you're a white person living in Southern California.
You have to use a little Realpolitik, especially if you're old and less able to fight. Be nice to people, bake some cookies and hand them around at Christmastime if that's your thing, learn a little of their language - goodness knows they have to learn tons of ours and English is not easy.
In any case it was a street full of tall trees and greenery, and my grandmother's old place is surely gone.
Interesting article: https://www.theregister.com/2025/01/07/def_con_security_chief_injured/ now I feel I was 100% right in getting to the hospital and getting checked out. And I was able to do it because of being on Medi-Cal. I'd been wondering if I might have been OK on my Advil and Guinness routine, but if nothing else I didn't want to continue on that because drinking sucks.
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