Friday, March 11, 2011

Earthquakes

Thinking back to a terrified afternoon in Anchorage in 1964. I was 13. The quake was 9.2. When you can't rely on the earth beneath your feet, everything is in doubt. Our biggest aftershock came almost exactly a week later and my fears resurfaced in a millisecond.

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