LOS ANGELES, California — I’m writing this from the Fire Aid concert in Los Angeles. A friend from Live Nation gave tickets to musically-inclined kids from the Pacific Palisades who lost homes or were otherwise affected by the fires. (Our house is still standing, but we can’t go home. Not yet. Perhaps not for years.)
I’m the chaperone tonight, and yet I’m barely managing a storm of emotions.
My eldest daughter is sitting next to me. She loves rock ‘n’ roll — she plays several instruments — and she’s taking in the spectacle, marveling at her heroes, wowed by all the cameo acts.
I took her to the fire zone on Monday, when they finally let civilians in — thanks to President Donald Trump, who publicly pressured Mayor Karen Bass to let the residents return, if only to grieve our losses.
She cried to see the destruction, but smiled again to see our neighbors,…
