It has been a few days since I last posted. Between keeping track of the literal tsunami that struck Japan two days ago and the figurative tsunami (of labor rights) that has been sweeping the state of Wisconsin the past week, I have found myself preoccupied with events far away from Venice Beach.
Yesterday afternoon, Alma and I walked our familiar stretch of beach. We started at about 3:00 p.m. PST. We saw no monstrous waves of any sort, but the beach did seem as if it had been swept a little cleaner than normal by wave action. And while we were walking, we were slapped by a couple wavelets that seemed to jump at us from out of the normal sea wash.
I am no oceanographer or seismologist, so I cannot tell if what we saw was related to the tsunami from the Japanese earthquake. I do know that, according to our local television news, 7 boats on Catalina Island were damaged earlier in the day from a tsunami surge. And up north, in Santa Cruz, the marina there was heavily damaged by the surge.
This is narcissism central so, of course, a story about a massive tsunami in Japan isn't a story without an LA connection. Of course, the main damage here has been to the boats of a bunch of wealthy boat-owners, so you will not find me crying too many tears for them. But my heart goes out to the Japanese people who have had to live with far more serious consequences of the earthquake and resultant tsunami.