That was me, when I turned on the news this morning and saw the dreadful images of the destruction in Japan. The loss of life there is absolutely staggering, and that was bad enough, but then the newscaster said there would be tsunamis hitting the West Coast–imminently. Since my daughter, Wendy, lives in Santa Monica, not terribly far from the beach, I pounced on the cell phone. Voice mail. I waited 10 minutes and called again–and this time I got a sleepy, “Hello?” We stayed on the line for over an hour, until I was sure she wouldn’t wash away with the next tide.
I had to hear her voice.
And now, as soon as the adrenaline rush subsides, I’ll be writing.
With one eye on CNN.