I think I just found some earthquake damage, a pile of orange brick dust along the floorboard in the kitchen. I'm sure I wouldn't have thought anything of it if I'd been here, trucks on 7th Street shake the house all the time.

Mister Cantor, up on the 19th floor, felt his office chair roll around and thought he was getting the dizzies.

Tonight's menu--Peg Bracken's cola chicken. You coat a baking dish with ketchup, layer three pounds of chicken parts (I'll buy a "bag of legs" on the way home from the gym), add a can of coke and voila! Or perhaps more accurately, yee-haw!