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When Bob Dylan wrote this song, I doubt he was thinking about the Santa Ana winds raging through Southern California, razing homes, kindling terror in us all with every gust. But his refrain certainly applies to this horrific situation. How many people must perish or be displaced, how many houses torched, how much wildlife be wiped out, how many forests burn before we address climate change? The answer, indeed, is blowin’ in the wind.
Ever since we moved to SoCal two decades ago, I have dreaded the Santa Ana winds that thunder through the mountain passes in fall as if bored with their abode in higher deserts inland, rumbling through our valleys on a mission to see the sea. Or, rather, the Pacific Ocean. When these devils awake, they set me and the whole region on edge.
But never have we experienced a…
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