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I remember walking home with smoke and ash following me. I remember looking back every few paces to try to understand. I remember communicating by IM because phone service was spotty. I remember sitting in my Park Slope, Brooklyn backyard drunk, staring at the ash. I remember the grounding silence and smiling at the fighter…
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Cucamonga
▶︎The first time I heard the word cucamonga, I believe I was in third grade and it was a derogatory term of unknown origin or meaning. Nearly 31 years later, I heard the word again, except it was Rancho Cucamonga and the area was on fire. On Friday, October 24th, my Venice skies became yellow,…