Robert: Yes, the smell outside is oppressively caustic. The sky was dark all day and the sun looked blood red before it went down over the fires southwest of us. My son & grandson live in Blue Jay to the north and have been under "mandatory evacuation" for some time. He's staying with his father-in-law closer to where he works, and I've been "dog-sitting" his Airedale Winston. My dogs, Winston, and I are not out roaming in memory of Burns but hiding out in my well air-conditioned study. Lawrence Helm -----Original Message----- From: lit-ideas-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx [mailto:lit-ideas-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Robert Paul Sent: Thursday, October 25, 2007 6:38 PM To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Thursday Poem Lawrence, Thanks for the poems you've been sending lately. From the looks of things (viz., Google Earth) San Jacinto is some way from the major fires, yet close enough to them that you might be able to smell smoke. You're not one of those Scots poets who scribbles as Burns roams, are you? Robert Paul