Outrunning the inferno

Making muffins while LA burns

I went 27 years without a fire. An east coast privilege. A millennial, 20th century , privilege, perhaps. Well, that’s not entirely true. I lived through 9/11, the likely origination point of my fear of fire. But I never had to pick which of my stuffed animals I would take with me in an evacuation scenario, or worry about the winds picking up in the nig…