Tuesday, January 28, 2020
I feel the earth move under my feet
I'm sitting at my desk at the Ft. Lauderdate Office of the Corporation when I get this weird feeling the building is moving. How, the Tri-Rail runs along side the Ft. Lauderdale Office of the Corporation, and the rail itself is shared with freight trains. When a freight train goes by, you can feel it in the building. But this movement doesn't feel the same. First, I can't hear the train (which I can from my desk since it's on that side of the building). Second, it's a longer, slower, swaying motion rather than than the short back-and-forth type movement typical of freight trains blowing past the building.
“Hey, TS1,” I said, “do you feel the building moving?”
“No.”
“Oh.” So I'm left with the thought that 1) I'm going crazy or 2) I'm experiencing some major medical event. The sensation subsides after a minute or so, I'm not on the floor writhing in pain or unconscious, so I stop thinking about it and go back to work.
I'm at home when Bunny says, “Did you hear about the 7.7 earthquake between Cuba and Jamaca today?”
“Really? When did it happen?”
“Um … looks like this afternoon. It was felt as far north as Miami.”
“No, I didn't hear about it, but I think I felt it.”
It's one thing to worry about earthquakes in Brevard, North Carolina but now I have to worry about them here? La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
“Sean, why are you running around with your fingers in your ears?”
