The pounding on the front door of our house is what woke me early that morning. Still rubbing sleep from my eyes, I found my neighbor on the doorstep, panicked and out of breath. “Fire, Bob!” he said. “There’s a fire! You’ve got to get out!” I could smell the smoke in the air.
Wildfires in California were a constant threat. I knew we needed to evacuate. As I ran to wake my wife, Helen, the house phone rang. It was our grandson, Logan. “Grandpa, I can see the smoke from