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I arrived home yesterday. Am flying out again tomorrow.

But the big and the small of it is: The fire seems to be gone. You can't see it, there is no smoke, and all seems to be well. I'm just 2 miles from where it started. And when I look out, from my home at the base of The Flatirons, all is well. It even rained for a few minutes. Tonight it's a mere 70 degrees F. Read more » 

You have a mother, right? I have a mother. I guess we all have mothers. They're so awesome.

Mine called me yesterday to protect me. It might have gone something like this:

My mom: "Hello, Deke?" Me (you'll get the rhythm of the thing in a moment): "Hi, Mom, what's up?" "Deke, dear, your house is on fire." "Sorry, Mom, I was working on something . . . what?" "Deke, sweet boy, your house is on fire. It's on the news. And it looks like you might have to evacuate soon." "Mom, I'm not at home. I'm in California." "Oh, oh, wait a moment. Yes, now they're asking you to please evacuate your house. Because it's on fire."

Or it might have gone this way: Read more »