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Quiet day yesterday here in these parts except at 4:29 pm eastern whatever time I heard a loud boom. I mean a big honkin’ kaboom.
At first I thought, well, this is it – Kim Jong what’s- his -name managed to lob one over the net and I wondered how much canned soup I had left in kitchen since trips to the grocery store were liable to be severely curtailed for the next million or so years. There goes all the Supermarket Bonus Reward points I had stocked up.
It turns out we experienced a 2.3 sized earthquake down the road apiece towards the southern end of the county. No damage, nobody hurt so that’s good.
Back to the Kim Jong thing- apparently several 911 callers to Country Control feared the same thing I did, that our little buddy finally found a way to ruin everyone’s weekend forever.
I got to thinking though – What if you were taking a polygraph test at the same time ground shook? And what if the question was one that would prove you guilt or innocence?
What would Maury say besides, ” You are the father, bub.”
I suppose you could ask for a do over just like we used to do when we played stickball in the streets.
Really, we played in the street literally all the time. We painted bases on the asphalt and our parents watched us. They told us to go outside and play. The best was tackle football in the snow in the street while the roads had yet to be plowed.
That’s all I got.
Film at 11.
