From the EDITOR'S Desk by Katherine Gould
It was windy when I woke up Thursday morning. When I opened the front door to get my paper, I paused in the doorway with the wind gusting into my face. And I smiled.
People say we don't have seasons in Southern California, but ours are just different: wind, rain, smog and fire. Wind is my favorite. It reminds me of days as a child walking to school and seeing fallen tree limbs and flying palm fronds. We'd laugh as trash cans rolled down the hills, and gawk at huge trees toppled onto houses. As a child, it was exciting and just a little bit scary - a time when nature changed the landscape and revealed that the seemingly permanent things in life can be turned into flying, flopping toys.