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I had no trouble imagining how Katy Tur and Jacob Soboroff felt as they stood in front of the charred remains of their childhood homes in Pacific Palisades recently to report about the disaster on MSNBC. Nan and I spent the first year after our marriage in 1971 in the apartment created out of the servant's quarters in the garage behind a magnificent Spanish-style mansion at 2072 East Altadena Drive in Altadena, about five blocks from the entrance to Eaton Canyon, after which the Eaton Fire has been named. I was finishing my senior year at Caltech, and working as the student assistant to the JPL Historian. Nan was finishing up two years at Pasadena City College after having left Wellesley in her first semester there because she couldn't stand its smugly aristocratic campus culture. She had grown up mostly at 5164 Earl Drive in La Cañada, across the Arroyo and its famed Rose Bowl from Pasadena and Altadena, in a house where we stole our first kiss on the back patio before dinner one night, and where we were wed in the back yard under an olive tree. That, too, is located in the evacuation zone of the Eaton Fire, but as far as we can tell, it has not yet been seriosly threatened. We still don't know for sure, but from what we've seen so far, it's highly likely that our apartment in Altadena is in cinders. Certainly there are many, many places we knew and loved, such as the tasty Dutch-Indonesian restaurant on North Lake in Altadena, that are gone. As we await the Trump inauguration, we need these extra sources of depression like a hole in the head, of course. But having lived through Vietnam, Nixon, Watergate, Reagan, and much else, I long ago chose to adopt the buddhist practices of accepting the Universe as it is, letting go, living in the present, and choosing to concentrate on what I can nonetheless still do to leave the world a better place than the one into which I was born. Kudos to Jimmy Carter for having the good grace to die just now, when we all need a refreshing and inspiring reminder of what it's like to live a life well-lived. It adds one last positive contribution to the long list of them that is his legacy. I recommend that all your readers focus on him, Rex, and follow his good example, rather than dwell on all the negative aspects of life in this particular vale of tears that we find ourselves in. Sun still comes up every morning. Happy New Year, everyone.

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Pamela Bentien's avatar

8 years ago I went to Washington DC to be counted as one of millions who did not welcome the new administration and to let the world know that people were watching what went on in Washington. This time I am staying home. Not from exhaustion or apathy or resignation. But to keep a low profile, not attract attention. I will continue to conduct myself in a way to build community and make where I live a better place. I am keeping my ears open so that I know what others are doing to protect vulnerable groups but not publicizing that information, just ready to assist where needed.

I think (I hope) that the millions of people who marched 8 years ago are hunkered down, fortified and ready to do what needs to be done to put out any fires that spring up near them.

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