One Hundred Percent

Posted on November 9, 2007 in Santiago Fire

A deep fog muffled the intensity of the heat driving the fire storm. Hot shots probed the line in lieu of helicopters whose pilots couldn’t see anything. Then the word went down to the brass in the canyon bottom. We can’t find anything. The Santiago Fire has whimpered into history.

It went something like that.

Before I learned the news, I mistook a lawnmower for a chopper.