We’re Having an Earth…

Quake. In the words of Al Michaels from the 1989 World Series broadcast booth in Candlestick Park. Early this morning, I felt the bed tremble. Figures that the epicenter was from Illinois. The earthquake probably either got drunk on Water Street, bought a half million dollar condo for quiet weekends or complained about how all the stores close so early in Milwaukee when it arrived at 4:30 this morning.

This was the second quake I’ve felt since moving to Southeastern Wisconsin. Once again, my mind went to the most logical source of the tremor when it woke me up in the dark of night: poltergeists. Just ask Lane. I said it out loud. I think there are poltergeists downstairs. I was mostly not kidding. Now I feel dumb. Again.

The embarrassment and distress I felt during my second encounter with plate tectonics, leads me to desire this t-shirt even more. Just reinforces the need to think globally and act locally to stop continental drift. It affects us land-locked folks too.