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.
Stewart Resmer