It's interesting to see how different people react.  A woman in another
newsgroup spent most of her life in California before moving to Las Vegas.
She said she never got used to them, and they always made her very uneasy.
To me, they're just part of living in California, and I take them in stride.
The only one that really bothered me was the Northridge quake in '92.  That
was mainly because it was the first large quake I'd experienced when I was
alone, and it was still dark for an hour or two afterward.  Also, I had more
things dumped on the floor than I had in the '72 and '73 quakes.  One
bookcase tipped over, spilling books in my living room, and a gallon of
apple cider fell off the top of the refrigerator and smashed on the kitchen
floor.  OTOH, I had a large glass pitcher sitting on top of a cabinet.  The
cabinet walked out 18 inches from the wall, a china vase inside fell over
and broke, but the pitcher stayed put.

Joy