As we approach mid-April, southern California shakes like a bowl of Jello. I have to look for the good in this. My lethargy lessened when shivers of fear ripple up my spine. My pace quickens and I tend to pay more attention to detail.
We lay wait for the Big One. We watch the horizon to see if the great ship of Los Angeles will sink or just roll over on her side. It's time to pay our respects to Mother Earth. She is not pleased. Something is naggingly pulling at her apron.