From Bob Cringely:
This is probably the last picture ever taken of our house in Santa Rosa, California. The time was 11:30PM Sunday and a neighbor had just pounded on our door. Fifty mph winds had been blowing all day but nobody expected fire. Yet the glow you see is from burning houses behind and beside ours. They, too, are gone.
We left with what clothes we could grab. I forgot my computer. I’m still blind and awaiting surgery so Mary Alyce drove one car and we left the other to burn.
By 8AM we were on the Mendocino coast with crappy Internet service and this iPhone. But we were all safe.
Certainly I’d been stupidly feeling a bit sorry for myself, but that ends now.
The schools are closed so with Fallon at my side we’ll buy a notebook and resume writing. Look for my next column as early as tomorrow.
The heading on this blog post is what caught my attention. “I Have No Boils” it read. Bob explains:
Finally, about the headline, my old neighbor Ella Wolfe complained to her doctor once that she was suffering all the trials of Job from the Bible (Ella was approaching 100). “You have no boils,” said her doctor.
Neither do I.
Heartwarming stuff. The good news is that he and his family are safe.