The Guardian -
3 Sep 2020 14:20

The devastating blazes began just as I began a two-week quarantine. We desperately need leadership At 10am on 16 August, I drove east from Santa Cruz to Oakland to my mom's nursing home, where I was being allowed in, in full PPE, to kiss her a last goodbye. As I curved north through San Jose, I could see a billowing steel-gray fire cloud among the hills to the east. Lightning flashed past Berkeley as I pulled into the parking lot. On the way home, I took the long route across the San Mateo Bridg...
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