Well, clobbered that old post (this one?) while I was writing up something new.
(Let’s see if I can recreate the old post.)
We listened Friday night to Vienna Teng at the Independent, preceded by a delish dinner at NOPA.
While we were watching the show, my seat gave a shimmy, but then the seats at the Independent (and the tables) tend to shimmy.
If there’d been chandeliers, the chandeliers would’ve rattled.
No one else seemed to notice.
Quake on the Susan Hayward Fault. One large. Two aftershocks.
1.4 23:31:09 37.855N 122.234W 9.1 4 km ( 2 mi) N of Piedmont, CA
2.2 23:11:47 37.856N 122.237W 8.7 4 km ( 2 mi) ESE of Berkeley, CA
3.7 22:49:57 37.861N 122.237W 10.0 4 km ( 2 mi) ESE of Berkeley, CA
Here’s hoping my friends in earthquake country have their houses tied to their foundations, a stash of water put away and whatever they’ll need when they need it.
On Thursday night we were out to dinner (more on that to follow) and one of our dinner companions said he’d been talking to some cops about what they thought he’d need after an earthquake. Water, they said. A radio with batteries or a hand crank so you can get the news. And a side-by-side.
We don’t have a side-by-side.
Oh.
[sorry for the writeover and repost and feh. ...]