The sliding closet doors rattled a little.
My friend’s workplace, which is an old wooden building constructed in the 1920s, shook enough to get her to hang up the phone and head for the stairs.
I was near the center of a quite noticeable quake once. I told the story here.
Via Frank Chow.
This explains why my call to Richmond dropped. Now it’s “all circuits are busy.”
Addendum, Later That Same Afternoon:
The Richmond Times-Dispatch rounds up Virginia’s earthquaking history.