As someone who grew up in Santa Monica in the 1960s, Malibu played a special part of my life in all the ways as you might imagine.
The day I got back from Vietnam I had to present my “original irders” to sheriff’s deputies for me to pass to reunite with my family because wildfires had closed the roads. I have watched the fires ever since—this one is different isn’t it?
As I read how the calls for help and relief have gone out, it suddenly occurred to me that it is a hard sell to the rest of the country when the stereotypical perception of Malibu is the quintessential lifestyles of the rich and famous.
Tragedy and suffering know no social limits.