"On Wednesday morning, as I was getting ready to drive to the San Bernardino train station, to commute to LA STAGE Alliance, I smelled smoke, stepped outside to see ash floating down from a silver sky, like snow. Beyond my deck and a vista of pines and cedars was a daunting plume of black-gray smoke. Yet there were no sirens, no helicopters. The silence was eerie. Nothing yet was being reported." The post Fire, Fire…
SOURCE: stageraw.com at 04:40AM on July 30, 2018