Fifth Floor

by Pasadena Adjacent



The Santa Ana’s are here and we (to the east and west) are burning up. Welcome to the Towering Inferno.  Welcome to the time of year when palm fronds catch the wind and become flying projectiles. Welcome to the very location that I watched our mountains (in tandem with the Malibu fires) burn in 1978. It was at night and it was horrifically beautiful. That’s how Shiva likes it.


Raymond Chandler

“There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Ana’s that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.”