There was an earthquake yesterday at 7:12 PM in southern Maine (no, that’s not a typo). It measured 4.0 on the Richter scale and was felt over a wide area.
I didn’t feel it at all, though. I was in my car on a street in New York at that time, having my newly-dead battery charged by AAA, my 4 PM getaway having been stymied by unanticipated car trouble (is there any other kind?).
Let me just offer a big heap of gratitude to AAA and their funny and friendly service guys with their state-of-the-art diagnostic kits, and another pile of thanks to Pep Boys for being open so late and allowing me to resume my trip up north to the mellifluous stains of Obama, Romney, and immoderate moderator Candy Crowley.