Choosing my poison

While we were in our class today near D.C., a couple of my friends and colleagues were sweating out hearing from family in the Atlanta area. It seems there was some nasty tornado action in their home neck of the woods.

Here on the West coast, we have the occasional earthquake and the remote possibility of a volcano blowing its top.

Hm-m… They have twisting cauldrons of freakishly strong winds that can tip over buildings, pile up cars and trucks and drive wheat straws through telephone poles. Not to mention they might harbor witches. We, on the other hand, get the occasional unplanned roller coaster ride.

I don’t believe I’d like to trade.