LOS ANGELES – Sunbaked and wind-battered Los Angeles, blessed and burdened city of extremes, is home to those with everything and those with nothing.
Recently, the two worlds intersected when a cooking fire at a homeless encampment destroyed six homes and damaged a dozen others in Bel-Air, where affluent residents complain now and then about the scale of colossal estates that dwarf their own mansions.
There has to be meaning in this, or it wouldn't play so much like a parable.
Was it a warning, a reckoning, a call to action?
What does it say about Los Angeles, and how should we respond?
Not that long ago I cruised the hills and canyons and rolling estates of Bel-Air after a report that some of the biggest water guzzlers in drought-stricken California lived there, unidentified but thoroughly quenched.
A week and a half ago, I was back in the same neighborhood, where hills had turned black and ash covered vehicles, wondering if all that irrigation helped keep losses to a minimum.
Up on Casiano Road, where two homes were reduced to charred rubble, Mavis Presler stepped outside to toss something into her recycling can. She held crossed fingers to the sky, saying she was lucky because all that burned at her house was a rear bathroom.