The Saturday PG&E cut the power the wind blew through Jarbo Gap at 50 mph. Same as the day of the fire. Come Wednesday, power pulled again, I’m down at the Inferno. Waiting on pizza. The guy there with me, standing round the Inferno truck, he observes, correctly: “This is like the day of the fire. Wind just came in a little later. That’s all.”

Not a lot of complaining, about the power-pulls, from fire people. Their minds on other things. Like: they're up at the Optimo. Trapped for hours; fire all round. Finally; final hope: unloading bottles from the Pepsi truck, setting them out as firebreak: when the fire comes, maybe it will explode the bottles; the Pepsi will douse the fire! Women there considering how best to kill their children. Before the fire takes them. So. Today. They live. In that.