We were taking our morning coffee at dawn underneath the big Sycamore tree in the backyard as it sounded like giants were striding the earth near St Claude.
We immediately took flight to see what the rumpus was.
Two workmen were hard at it pounding telephone poles into an empty lot with a giant pile driver machine.
There was no seismologist on duty as is required by local ordinance but we live in a ‘snitches get stitches’ neighborhood so we kept mum.
A day later all 50 telephone poles were driven snugly into the soil.