Peru Gets Earthquake

Mother Earth is spreading her plates - today there was a 7.0 earthquake along the Peru and Brazil border, with the epicenter being in Peru.  The quake was felt in Lima, more than 350 miles to the southwest.  The epicenter for the Peru quake was 95 miles deep, while the Virginia quake was only 3.7 miles down.  ....
But my main worry is Irene.  What is she going to do?  I do realize that it's all a matter of water temperature, air masses, and pressure areas that steer the storm; it's just that....  Well, in my grandfather's house on Chincoteague, there were five high tide water marks on the wall paper on the ground floor, and each and every summer we were in the house, I was told tales of all of the storms that left those marks.  Mom was a very good and intense story-teller, and one of her most terrifying tales (for me, anyway) was during the 1938 hurricane. The radio weather forecasters were calling for good weather, but the watermen of Chincoteague looked at the waves, looked at the sky, and sniffed the wind.  It was their consensus that there would be "a bad nor'easter" coming in.  Grandma was dead at that time, so Grandpa and Mom oversaw rolling up the rugs, and taking all easily moved furniture, plus the rugs, up the stairs to the second floor.  There wasn't a bathroom in the house (until 1962), so all the chamber pots were stored in the closet, and buckets of water for drinking and washing were carried upstairs to the landing.  Sleeping pallets were made on the bedroom floor and up in the attic, where they didn't pile furniture.  The water started to rise.  Grandpa went down to the dock and poled the family dink (dinghy) down the street, where he tied it up to the top of the front porch.  Then he brought in a little more coal (that hadn't yet got wet), and told Mom, Aunt Ruth and Uncle Howard that they were going to have a real bell-ringer of a storm.  While they could still use the rooms downstairs, Mom went into the kitchen and cooked food that could be eaten cold the next day.  The rain began, the wind started to howl; Mom was very happy that she would be able to go upstairs again, soon.  There was a loud crack and the electricity went off.  Mom lit the oil lamp, and turned back to finish washing the dishes in the sink.  The rain continued to pour, and the wind seemed to increase in strength with each and every breath she took.  The rain seemed to let up a bit, and Mom leaned forward over the sink to peek out the window, hoping to see how high the water was.  As she leaned forward, there was a giant clap of thunder, and water splashed up, completely covering the glass, and then cascading back down.  Mom dropped the plate and towel she was clutching, and ran like a jack rabbit up the stairs.  Grandpa wanted to know why she looked so be-bothered - so she told him about the water on the window, and that she thought they had gone under a tidal wave.  Grandpa walked quietly down stairs, put away the towel, and swept up the pieces of china.  When he plodded back upstairs, Mom asked, "Well?   What has happened?"  Grandpa laughed and told her that the wind had brought down a few chimney bricks, and the big splash against the window was the bricks hitting the water already under the house.   - After that, it seemed that it took an awful lot to get Mom upset. - And the high tide mark on the wall from 1938 was at 4 feet, 10 inches.....