Displeased

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The air has thickened with brown haze, and visibility is greatly reduced. They must be burning rice stubble in the valley. There might be brush fires somewhere, too, but I've heard nothing of them, and I detect no smell of burning brush today. The condition probably owes something to the ever-increasing smog of the Sacramento valley, too. As the pollution grows, it invades the mountains more frequently. The combination of heat and pollution is oppressive, and the smoggy months of summer were always those I found most unpleasant in Los Angeles. One of the compensations of living in the middle of nowhere is the absence of such days. If the air quality continues to deteriorate here, and the congestion to grow worse, it will eventually become a place with the disadvantages of Los Angeles and none of the advantages. Then it would certainly be time to leave.