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Forever Burnt Orange
So San Diego is going up in smoke. The mountain right outside my apartment is glowing orange. Go Longhorns! I'm wondering if someone will be knocking on my door in a few hours to force me to evacuate.
It makes me wonder what I would take with me under those circumstances. My computer, I guess, and my LP collection, turntable, keyboard, a couple boxfulls of paper and books. My violin and all my cine equipment and still camera stuff. And the 13 rolls of fresh 16mm stock in my fridge.
Um...and my brown cordouroy sportscoat and some other clothes and maybe some furniture, like my big oak desk or quirky Brittish pub table. And don't forget the really strange black carved chests that my mom bought in Hawaii back in '68.
Okay, maybe not the furniture. But I could probably cram everything else into my nondescript mid-90's Japanese fuel-efficient sedan.
I hope.
I really hope it doesn't come to that, though.
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