Yes, some of us live a couple hundred yards from recently discovered fault lines whose earthquakes will shake us like rag dolls, and if we're not killed or injured outright we will have to run screaming like little girls to save our kids being roasted alive beneath the rubble that was their rooms, across a broken glass-strewn floor towards a door jammed shut by a shifting house, which is mostly collapsed. Unless we have the sense to wear shoes, kept under our beds.

Now that you mention it, I do miss living in Minnesota.