We felt our share of earthquakes in the city. Sometimes I was in acting class with my peers, moving through a dream sequence, safely ensconced under a table.
The most fun earthquake we had in public. Little Italy was an Italian restaurant that we frequented often. I loved when my parents order zabaglione – it was the best.
Rumors of tremors ran rampant through the city. But fun times, community gatherings, sofas moving when trying to sit down, or a violent shake, helped set the tone for living in the city. A city of zabaglione and rumors.