EARTHQUAKE!, part VI
special report: at the castle!

says Mary M.:
i was at the castle, you see, because my brother and his wife and son are visiting from taiwan and that fair island being a little short on rich publisher's mediterranean estates, well, the appeal is great. at the beginning of the tour my sister and i (and some folks near us) could hear this weird, low rumbling sound. ah! eep. almost like a distant explosion. "no matter," we thought, and trudged on. we were just ending the tour, overlooking the tennis courts when the quake hit. at first i thought it was a giant wind coming up behind me because i was thrown forward and i could hear the trees swaying fiercely. then the palms bent forward and a few people screamed. yikes! and we still had to go through the indoor roman pool. needless to say, it was a very hurried jaunt through. as we were driving home (to santa margarita) highway 46 was quite altered. lots o' fissures. and no power when i got home. hmmm. so, that's that. el fin.

nicely done by mary (a different type of em), whom i've dubbed mary-sans-a. mary found me through glen starkey, who mentioned my penchance for musical evangilism in last week's new times (i was spreading the good word about the kings of leon). high five to starkey and greetings to mary-sans-a.

and a quick word about g.s.: we definitely share a similar musical taste. we may be the biggest promotors of the former-central-coast boy crooners (m. ward, little wings, bobby birdman, the graves). i feel justly confirmed in my love of the indie and the alt country. okay. carry on.