Red's account of the Southern California fires reminds me of the Oakland Hills fire in 1991. I remember one warm October day (not unlike today) in 1991. I was hanging out with my brothers in front of our old house in the southwestern side of SF. The air was filled with this charred smell, as if someone was barbequing next to us. There were also flakes and flakes of ashes floating around in the air. Sure enough, the ashes and burning smell came from the fires on the Oakland Hills. I was so awed by that. I knew from the news that the fire was big. But what's "big"? I had no concept of what "big" was until I saw the ashes floating on top of my head, a good 15 miles away from the source.