Shaking in Ixtapa

Scared my girls. All my neighbors ran outside (usually they never do). I was climbing the stairs with a garrafón on my shoulder and didn't feel a thing. Weird.

I remember one a few years ago. Or perhaps more accurately I don’t remember it.

Everyone I talked with in Troncones that day was talking about the earthquake. I had been out doing my morning run and I didn’t feel a thing.

As my father used to say, “No sense; no feeling.”