Remember Lt. Smash, who was over here a few months ago looking for me? Some 125,000 of his closest buddies are still doing so. Unsuccessfully, I should add.

Anyway, Lt. Smash--or is it MR. Smash now?--lives near San Diego. He is providing some riveting accounts of the fires plaguing that area. Those fires, incidentally, are fueled by the dreaded Santana Winds.

See, that's the nice thing about living in a desert. There's nothing here that'll burn. Well, aside from the occasional Humvee or Bradley fighting vehicle, I mean.