Pray for So Cal...

I planned on blogging about the Canes/Noles game this morning, but sometimes things don't go as expected. Those of you who've seen the national news heard about the fires in Southern California, as did I. Late afternoon yesterday, I smelled the smoke as I left a sports bar when the late NFL game ended. 

Rolled home, business as usual for a Sunday night and around 3am all hell broke loose. Police rolling through the neighborhoods, mandatory evacuations, smoke everywhere. Beyond scary.

I had seven minutes to snag my most personal belongings and a change of clothes. Sadly, my Canes memorabilia didn't make the cut. I grabbed my three guitars, computers, passports, a sweatshirt and ran out the door with the wife not knowing what we'll come back to. 

My folks, brother, sister in law, grandmother and in laws were all evacuated from multiple parts of San Diego county. Everyone is displaced and confused. The city looks like a war zone, depending on where you live. Santa Ana winds are in full force and it's dry as a bone

For those who ever wondered, la familia ended up on the west coast back in 1993 six months after Andrew smoked our South Dade home. I stuck around Florida for another five years before my trek left, but at day's end we were brought west by a tragedy and 15 years later are facing another one.

Keep ol' Canes305 and the fam in your thoughts. Trying times out west.