Dwayne follows his black lab down the gravel driveway to greet us, using a maul as a walking stick. We are two wives in upscale casual clothes, with our geriatric dogs and preposterous notion of a holiday. He’s our age, wearing boots saturated with round-the-clock dust, and there’s something dazed and profoundly literal about him. He says he used to have seizures—15,000 of them, by his math—but he had brain surgery a year ago, “and now the world looks very different.” He blinks mildly at us from underneath his buzzcut.
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Read the rest of the essay on Sonoma County’s 2017 wine country fires here, at Majuscule Lit, a new online journal. Thank you, Michael Lindgren, for publishing it!