I Feel The Earth Move Under My Feet...

Well now, don't that beat all, as the saying goes; an early afternoon earthquake yesterday that people felt all along the eastern seaboard, it seems--here at work, some of us thought we were crazy; my office mgr. thought it was a sign she was about to faint; I thought (thankfully not) that maybe I was having a bit of a medical episode of sorts; my mom in Whitestone, Queens, felt it sitting in her recliner in the den as did my aunt in Brooklyn (same circumstances); my wife, who works in Connecticut until they move her company to Queens in January, felt it & my friend, who actually lives in Virginia & works a little over 80 miles from where this seems to have originated, had to be evacuated from her office building, as did my sister out in Long Island--even at Yankee Stadium, as I watched the post-game re-cap last nite, they showed footage of the announcers area (nobody there @ the time) shaking just enough from side-to-side; crazy, I tell ya--it sure dominated all the news shows & social networks (amazing how many "Post-Earthquake Party" listings started popping up all over; my wife's cousin posted a funny picture of 4 small lawn chairs with one tipped over to show some of the "devastating damage" LOL)--also some very funny posts all around; in all seriousness, though, amazing & scary stuff & could've been a lot worse (of course, native Californians all over that state are mocking us & scoffing @ us as we speak & since this happened yesterday & rightly so; the threat of an earthquake is always the 800-pound gorilla in the room when you live there, that's for sure)--well, as I finish my lunch, just thought I'd expound less-than-profoundly on the subject--later, tomatoes :)