I am from the East Coast, so you may understand why earthquakes seem foreign to the majority of its citizens. After spending my morning walking around the Alamo and shopping for long skirts for Oman, I came back to the hotel to be bombarded with calls from home. After talking to my step-mom on the phone, I called my brother who is also at home to hear what the conditions were at our house.
"Ben, Ben! How is the house?"
"Hey what's up."
"Ben, is the house okay??"
"Is the house okay?"
"There was an EARTHQUAKE."
"Is THAT what that was?!?"
"Yes! Did you check on the house??"
"I thought there was a robber er something so I ran downstairs..."
"Ben check on the house and text Mom and I back."
"..........I'm on my way to work."
Patience is a virtue, but so is one's heed!