It was still quiet on the mountain. The sun was not up yet, and we were moving around the house with the help of night-lights and a very bright LED flashlight. There was no sound until, suddenly, the hooting of an owl.
I’ve been thinking…
In May 1987, I flew into Los Angeles and took the bus north to one of California’s most beautiful, picturesque towns. Before I boarded the bus, I stopped at a nearby convenience store and to my surprise, found the shelves empty. Later that day, my host explained that everyone in LA was fleeing to the mountains. Didn’t I know that Nostradamus had predicted a horrific earthquake that day? 90% of the population of LA was buying up blankets, non-perishables, milk, eggs, etc. and had left town.