No, nothing to do with the fires - an economic casualty of some kind, I suspect. Wood Pizza, which had been open for ten years, closed in December: by now, it's boarded up and completely covered in graffiti. It was a mystifying establishment: the pizzas were - average, to say the best - utterly unmemorable, and likewise the atmosphere. We ate there once or twice when it opened, but it never became a regular ... and nor, it would seem, was it anyone else's favorite. It usually had just a desultory, scattered few diners - and so, how did it keep going this long? I guess, in the end, it didn't.
Fires: air still hazy; so many lives absolutely upended. But, for now, the winds have died down, even if the fires themselves are burning on, albeit with ever-improving containment. It's Wednesday - it feels like Friday.
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