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This week, the City of Los Angeles is on my mind. Friends and friends of friends have lost their homes to the wildfires and are now living with the challenge of finding food, clothing and a place to rest their head at night.

I left the City of Angels back in 1994 just after the Northridge Earthquake.

My daughter and I had been awakened in middle of the night by a sudden shaking and an ominous sounding rumble. This was followed by the screeching of metal on metal, a symphony of car alarms, and the cries of my neighbors crying, wailing and praying.

I grabbed my daughter from her bed and we crawled through the wreckage--the toppled bookcases, the broken glass from the shattered aquarium--exotic fish struggling to catch a breath in a puddle of salty water.

Milk streaming across the living room floor from the refrigerator that had somehow waddled out of the kitchen, lost its way in the confusion and tumbled, collapsing into a pile of frozen pizza boxes and ketchup, left-over Chinese Ch