My mother knows of my obsession with William Saroyan, and as I begin this essay, she is quick to remind me he ate dinner once at our home in the late ’50s. Neither of us can fill in the narrative of how or why he showed up at our doorstep. Not knowing, of course, creates mystery and intrigue, a sheer heyday for my imagination, although such vague recollection disappoints the yearning to discern details or anything that might bring him back to life.
A boarded up home became fully engulfed in flames in downtown Fresno Saturday evening. Dark smoke filled the downtown area as Fresno firefighters responded with several engines and ladder trucks trying to prevent the spread of the fire to a newer structure next door. Video by Craig Kohlrussfirstname.lastname@example.org