As you can see on this perimeter map of the Santiago Fire, the active fire line is now far enough east that my wife and I can clean the ashes and soot off our patio this morning without worrying about having a new load of ashes and soot dumped on it the next day. (We live in the small notch northeast of the now-decommissioned El Toro MCAS.)
I say to her, “They should find the guys who set the fire and make them clean up this mess.”
“Kill them!” she suggests.
“Couldn’t we make them clean up the mess and then kill them?”