Okay, this is going to sound like a big line of crap. However, in my family, it’s been a long-standing joke that wherever I go, disaster follows. I went on a cruise that included a stop in Haiti—that big earthquake followed very shortly after. I went to New Orleans, a big tropical storm brought floods. I went to Florida, a hurricane followed.

So, when I told the family I was going to Hawaii…

Here’s a picture of a snippet of a conversation I had with my cousin, writer Brent Archer, back in February. He was trying to convince me to come to a conference in Seattle, but I told him I was done with travel after Hawaii…

Well, after more than 500 earthquakes and multiple eruptions, I’m thinking I really should stick to home…

Is it coincidence or the “Curse of Delilah”? What do you think?