When L.A. has weather, it has WEATHER. The winds on Tuesday and Wednesday ripped fronds off palm trees and whipped up the ash coating recently burned hillsides in La Canada. Just as I was about to leave work, an announcement came over the loudspeaker warning about the fierce gusts outside. The wind even threw open a door to my office building. When I walked out to my car, the schmutz in the air made my eyes water and my throat itch. It was just another reminder that while Los Angeles seems mild-mannered, it has a savage temper. When I worked at the L.A. Times, I couldn’t believe we wrote so many weather stories. I grew up in New Jersey, so rain, snow and thunder were a fact of life, a limiting factor. But I guess Angelenos so rarely feel limited by the hand of Nature (let’s create a city in the desert!) that these kinds of things really are news.