I was minding my own business, wide awake in bed the other night at 2:30 am (don't ask) when I felt our bus shake. We haven't moved from that large campground in Crescent City, and are still right on the ocean. I knew there was no wind. I got up and peered out all the windows into the dark, to see if there was a prowler/prankster/town drunk/giant pelican.
The next day, I got this email from someone who has read QUEEN OF THE ROAD (obviously, a woman of impeccable taste) and now keeps up with our travels: Heard there was an earthquake south of Eureka...did the queen get shaken out of her berth?
I think I have to start reading the local papers, or something. Isn't there some kind of election next week? You and your silly democracies. Come back to the monarchy, subjects! All is forgiven!