My daughter gave me tickets to a Broadway play for Christmas, as she usually does, knowing how much I cherish this gift that is the experience of spending time with my girl. Last night, we went to dinner and to see the musical Death Becomes Her, which was entertaining, but we both agreed it was not our favorite Broadway experience to date. The plot was funny, but shallow, however the company of my daughter was sublime and so I wouldn't have missed the evening for anything. I won't go on and on about it, though, because as we continue on with our lives on this coast, our city in a deep snowy freeze right now, people on the other coast are watching their homes burn, watching whole neighborhoods become twisted steel and broken char, smoke and ash like a soup in the air. Whole swathes of Los Angeles are in flames, peoples lives in shambles, the images on our TVs like an apocalypse. “It seems like the end of the world," our friend there, Elizabeth Aquino, wrote this morning. Her son Oliver has been going out to work at the restaurant; all week he has been feeding exhausted firefighters. On her Substack, Elizabeth posted these links if you want to combat the helplessness that I fear so many of us are feeling. May she and her family remain safe, may the firefighters be protected, and may all those in the path of the flames find a way back from this hell. Amen.
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