When I was 3, an earthquake rattled my first childhood house in Ridgewood, New Jersey, but apparently I slept through it because I was one of those babies who adored being asleep, even when the earth was shaking.
Today an earthquake rattled my second childhood house in Richmond, Virginia, and again I missed it because I was asleep. But in my defense, I was asleep on a plane. Which was in the air.
My dad was at work when the earthquake hit. I asked him what happened and he offered this. "We all ran out of the building and hung out for 15 minutes, looked at each other, and went back to work."
I imagine if someone ran up to my dad screaming, "Aaah!! The world is blowing up! The sky is melting! We're all gonna die!!", that he'd sort of shrug and say, "Tough stuff, kid." And then he'd go have a cigar on the deck.
My current favorite article of clothing is my rainbow brite t-shirt.
44 degrees 15'44" N / 68 degrees 14'07" W is a common sticker to see on this island.
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