The “Four Storms of the Apocalypse” have cleared, leaving memories of unusual weather (a tornado in Ventura??? NINE INCHES of rain in my neighborhood???) some dramatic driving moments (hydroplaning! wheeeee!) and a dusting of snow on the burned mountains—which, for the most part, managed to stay put. Suddenly, the hills are green, the sky is blue and life is good. It’ll be spring any minute now.
P.S. that ‘think blue” is a sign on the hill near Dodger Stadium, not a subliminal message.