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By Clara Germani
Bill “Chilly” Chillingworth walked out the door of his home in the Pacific Palisades neighborhood on January 7th — a normal, bright California, Tuesday morning — for a business appointment 60 miles south. He would never see the house again He didn’t initially worry, because his neighborhood isn’t typical wildfire fuel: It’s a flat neighborhood with green lawns and no dry wildland around it, he says. But he can vividly chart the crescendo of panic triggered when his phone alarm erupted with an evacuation order. As he raced northward to meet his fiancé, they talked on the phone and feverishly checked off the so-called “p’s” she should grab as she fled: people, pets, pictures, paperwork. |