I was going to say unwarrantedly nasty things about the people up in Kokomo who mistook the sonic boom of an F-16 fighter for a meteor shower. Last night, on the 102nd anniversary of the San Francisco earthquake, we felt a tremor here in the heartland. According to reports, it ws a 5.4 quake centered in Illinois, but our house was trembling when it passed up around 5:38 this morning. I know, because it woke me up, gently. I wasn’t too concerned about it at first, since we live next to a coal train railway, and our windows shake a lot of the time when a fully-loaded train passes. But this time, it was the whole house moving, and once it had woke me up enough to think about it, the tremors had passed. It was a cool learning moment for the kids — the New Madrid (pronounced MAD-rid) fault is apparently close enough that we’ll get these things, this is the first one I felt since I’ve lived in Indiana.
Brother #2 lived out in California for a while, and once, when I was talking to him on the phone, a tremor began on his end, and I started freaking out. He, the one who was actually experiencing it, was the one calming me down. I’m such a wuss.
