Closing the GapCALABASAS--Gazing at the chaparral valley and rugged mountainside, Chumash Charlie Cooke said Mother Earth and Father Sky would be happy to see what has happened in this place of quiet beauty. Turning first to the east, where the day begins, he placed a conch to his lips to bless the land with the shell's plaintive, foghorn-like tones. The sweet perfume of burning white sage wafted from an abalone shell in the direction of the morning sun. Then turning south, then west, and finally north, Cooke repeated the conch notes, accompanied by sage smoke. Done. Full circle. The land...