The Santa Ana winds...

...are blowing again, according to an article in the Times, just like in the 1930s Los Angeles of pulp fiction writer Raymond Chandler. From his 1938 short story "Red Wind":

There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen.