“Then out spake brave Horatius,
The Captain of the Gate:
“To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his Gods.”
Well, maybe in a Tsunami?
Of late signs have appeared around the place indicating how far above sea level you are. I suppose the purpose is to let you know that you are:
1. OK
2. Have little chance
3.Have had it
in the event of a tsunami.
My house is like totally in the red zone. This does not bother me. I have done most things, actually I have never been to India, and feel that anytime from now on would be a good day to die – a quotation from the Sioux leader Crazy Horse, who shouted “Hóka-héy, today is a good day to die!” most of the time.

Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul,
With all the speed ye may;
I, with two more to help me,
Will hold the foe in play.
In yon strait path a thousand
May well be stopped by three.
Now who will stand on either hand,
And keep the bridge with me?’
I see myself like Horatius, standing defiantly in the French windows in the front room, rather than on a bridge across the Tiber, as a huge wave comes surging across the lagoon. “Hoka-hey!!”