Trees of Mystery

The Trees of Mystery in Northern California is one of my favorite spots.

I'm riding the attraction's famous tram in this photo. "What if all of these gigantic redwoods were inside a hotel located far from here," I'm thinking. I'm also thinking about my itchy if fairly smart red vintage swing coat and if there's some sort of fabric softener I can use to make it less skin-irritating.

Outlandish flights of fancy and trivial, everyday issues regularly bump up against each other in my brain, for better or worse, like so many lit-up bumper cars at the county fair.

Did You Feel It?

Los Angeles, home to the fictional Wilfair Hotel, had a real earthquake last night.

It was a 4.0 jolt just off the coast (there are wave earthquakes and jolt earthquakes; I prefer, and probably most people do, the waves, which are less jarring though still strange).

The thing that interests me most following an earthquake is the U.S. Geological Survey's "Did You Feel It?" site. You can click on a map and say where you are in the city and if you felt the quake.

Did you feel it. 

Those words stick in my head. I think people are longing to share their experiences, any experiences, and we rarely have anyone ask.

True, this particular question pertains to a major tectonic shift, but everyone is constantly experiencing little tectonic shifts in their lives. Too bad there's no "Did You Feel It?" site where people can talk about how a break-up felt or how it feels to be back in touch with a friend they hadn't heard from.

My goal for Fair Finley and the WILFAIR people is that they always feel it, whatever "it" might be. And I'm hoping Fair's earthquakes will be all be waves and not jolts. Though the jolts really can't be avoided.