Unlike (apparently) many who were in Hawaii yesterday, I’ve been through several significant earthquakes. But if our trip to Kona had been one week later, we’d have gone through the closest major quake in our lives, despite decades in southern California. It would have been only ten miles away, off shore. And if our itinerary had been the same, we’d have been in bed, on the fourth floor in a condo, above the beach, so it would have been pretty exciting. But there was never a concern about a tsunami, at least not there. It didn’t have enough distance to build up a big wave, even if it was a big enough displacement to cause one (it wasn’t). But we’d probably be stuck there for a couple more days, at least.