That's the gist of a short piece I wrote for the Weekly in the current issue about watching the Griffith Park fire from Los Feliz. I take the reader on a stroll around the neighborhood and describe the mixture of hellfire above and nonchalance below that created such an odd, dissonant night.
In a sense, the piece is about the relativity of perspective. Watching the fire on TV from thousands of miles away, one might assume the areas surrounding the fire were chaotic -- while, on the scene, lots of people were more worried about getting a second glass of wine while at the cafe. Further, in Michigan, we think people living in disaster-prone L.A. are nuts; in L.A., we think people living in economically depressed Michigan are nuts. Funny how the whole thing works.