San Diego Fires - Coronado Hills Fire

My wife woke me up several times last night to update me on the various fires burning throughout San Diego county. We live in San Marcos where the Coronado Hills Fire is burning. The air is horrible. The picture is my 4 year old son who loves chaos in general.

The ironic thing? I bet there are several people in my neighborhood who are hoping for their homes to get lit up by a rogue ember. Check out http://www.foreclosureradar.com/ (for California properties only, I believe?). When I type in my address, it pulls up THE 20 CLOSEST listings - which includes 13 preforeclosures, 5 REOs and 2 auctions - all within about 3 blocks of my house.

 So what does this have to do with the fire? Hopefully, nothing.

Anyway, the fires make life much more hectic than anyone would believe. For one, it is amazingly difficult to find out exactly where the fires are located? You would think this would be easy, but I haven’t yet found the magical website that links to Google maps to display the location. (If someone has this, please send it to me.)

Secondly, the news stations are forced to put a bunch of people in front of cameras who should never be let of the house. For instance, I heard a fire-something-or-other guy say, “we just dropped a bunch for fire retarded [on the fire].” I thought I didn’t hear correctly, but he went on to speak at length about “fire retarded” and how it works. These people are obviously under a ton of pressure, so the mistake is entirely understandable.

Thirdly, I advise everyone to buy a generator NOW. We lost power for about 15 minutes and we totally freaked. When the television is on, the A/C is running, and I’m plugging away on the laptop - things are great - it’s like a party. I’ve been trying to find a store to rent “Towering Inferno” and watch a bunch of fires and Steve McQueen. Granted, they are not San Diego fires - or even California fires, but Steve McQueen sure is cool. When the power went out - we all looked at each other hopelessly.

Finally, I feel the need to own more weapons.

In the immortal words of Blue Oyster Cult, “I’m burning, I’m burning for you.”

Peace out.