Every burned town is tragic. But Newsom needs to lead with science, not sentimentality. If he does, Californians will reward him with their votes again.
The most famous city in America can’t even protect its most famous city. As we were getting ready to pull out of the park, we were handed a newspaper, which had a list of who was killed and wounded. There were 12 people on the list.
“Oh, I had not even noticed that was on the news,” I said.
“I didn’t notice either,” said Mark. “I just thought the news was slow.”
We were in the heart of South Central Los Angeles on our way to the coroner’s office, where the next day we were going to visit the city’s morgue, the scene of three of the 12 dead people.
It happens on our way to the coroner’s office to visit the morgue.
I walked back to the station, and my eyes were on the newsstand. We live in a small city where when people are on the news, all they have ever read about is the weather and traffic on I-40. We have no national news at all. Even the local news is often too long to read before we have to go to work. It is almost as if everyone was waiting for me to come along to tell us all about the news.
“What’s on the news?” asked our father, who loves to watch the news.
“Oh, nothing,” I said. “I will get to that later.”
“You are going to watch the news tonight?”
“I am going to watch what I want on the news.”
We would spend the rest of the evening listening to the news on our way to bed. There was the usual story about a dead woman found on a freeway, a dead truck driver. I had seen that dead truck driver myself on the freeway a few days earlier. I did not believe the story that he had died from eating a bad sausage.
The following day,