What earthquake?

I was driving home from work Tuesday after a long day, with my cell phone unintentionally turned off, when I heard it ping that I had a message. It was Rick’s voice. He said he was sitting in the studio outbuilding that is set in a grove of beech trees at the back of our property, the place we call The Beech House. “Mark the time, 7:12 p.m.,” his voice said. “The building just shook for about 10 seconds. I think we just had an earthquake.” Yea, right, I thought. But I turned on the radio and immediately heard the last of an initial report that a magnitude four-point-something quake had just struck in York County, Maine and had apparently been felt by everyone in New England (and in some cases, beyond) – except by anyone who – like me -- was behind a wheel. No damage, no one injured. But – bummer! – I missed my first earthquake. Oh, well, I’d rather report that I felt the earth move for other reasons.