The following appeared on the 'Net Monday, January 17, 1994 at 16:17.
Minor edits and additions have been made.
The original file describing the events of October 17, 1989,
with others' comments, seems to have vanished.
I'm sure we're all sympathetic to the poor people in the SouthLand who have today experienced a 6.6 temblor.
Earthquakes are neither more nor less frightening than other natural events when they're happening. The big difference between Earthquakes and storms and floods and fires is that you don't know they're coming 'til they arrive. Further, they're a bit different because we're all familiar with fire, moving air and water. When terra firma proves to be terra infirma, it rattles your reptilian core.
Although it might sound a bit psychotic, the chance of an Earthquake happening is just below the surface of my conscious mind. As a life-long San Franciscan, I'm almost a walking seismograph. I feel 'quakes that people in the same room don't and have won money by turning on a radio to hear the reports. Further, when they happen here, I usually call their intensity very closely.
The only 'quake that really scared me was the 5.7 Daly City
of March 22, 1957 …
Sandy reported: I remember that quake! I was a little kid at Frank McCoppin School on 7th Avenue and it happened during the school day. We “ducked and covered.” It was one of the biggest events of my life. Our family had bought our first washing machine and it was delivered that day and I recall my mom remarking that she thought it was going to walk out the garage door. My folks made everyone (them and two kids) sleep in their bed that night. I guess they figured if the roof caved in, we'd all go together.
Part of Lake Merced Boulevard fell into the lake, and Highway 1 at Thornton Beach caved in. We can still go to the Mussel Rock dead-end near the Daly City garbage transfer station, look back, and see the remains of the old road, which was built on the roadbed of the former Ocean Shore Railroad. At the Mussel Rock dead-end, you can still see painted lines on the road, which were once the center stripe for the Cabrillo Highway.
… During the few seconds that it shook, I learned the meaning of “terror”. I also instantly had a profound understanding of the insignificance of Man in the eyes of Nature. She just plain don't care nuttin' 'bout us. To Her, we're of less significance than the ants we kill when we walk our streets.
When Loma Prieta hit, I was in the shower and had just soaped m'body. I instantly knew, and said aloud “This one's different. People died.” I jumped out of the shower having to use a towel to turn the round 'knob (since replaced with an oval one). I stood atop the stairs, a hand on each wall, as the house danced to the atonal music of objects falling and breaking. The electricity went off.
When the shaking stopped, nude but no longer dripping because the soap was beginning to cake, I went to the basement to check the water and gas connections. I then finished showering.
The bedroom has a Southern exposure so I was able to use the closet door mirror to comb my hair. At about 17:30, it was dark and I went to examine the damage. The house was a mess, but not nearly as bad as many others'.
Dinner was to've been prepared in the oven. Because the electronic ignition would not work, the meal was cooked atop the stove.
For a reason I do not know, I stepped outside after dinner. A neighbor had rigged a television set to a car battery. Many of us neighbors sat around drinking beer and watching the television during the very warm evening.
The reports of damage from here would make one not here think that we were all but wiped off the face of the planet. I'm very wary of believing the reports now coming from Los Angeles. What I do know, however, is that the freeways that are down will cause another disaster because of Angelinos' almost total dependence upon the single-occupancy automobile
Earthquake damage is dependent upon many things. One, of course, is the temblor's intensity coupled with one's proximity to its center. The Loma Prieta 'Quake was centered approximately sixty linear miles (~100km) from City Hall.
Another very important factor is the land upon which structures stand. The Marina, where much of the worst damage happened here, is fill. Washerwoman's Lagoon was filled in to create a site to hold the 1915 Panama-Pacific International Exposition. After The Fair, all but one of the temporary structures were replaced by very nice housing.
Sandy soils have a tendency to “liquefy” during 'quakes. That's what happened in the Marina District. In the valley around Northridge, the soil is mostly naturally-deposited sediment. It's similar to fill but probably more stable. Construction is, of course, another extremely important factor. One of the reasons for the great post-'quake tragedies in Managua, Guatemala City, and Mexico City in recent decades is the poor construction materials and techniques used.
We'll probably learn that the same is true for the damaged structures in the Southland just as we did after the hurricane that hit the East last year.
I predict that looting in Los Angeles will be minor and that the number of crimes reported there in the next few days will be a small percentage of normal.
Although the Alaska 'Quake was the strongest that any of us can remember, the greatest 'quake that's known to've hit this country was on Missouri's New Madrid Fault. When next it moves, it will probably result in the greatest natural disaster in this nation's history, dwarfing ours of April 18, 1906.
I say that because that part of the world has neither the building codes nor consciousness of Earthquakes that we do yet they're at constant risk, just as we. What they don't have is the regular reminders that we have.
I feel for the people in the Southland just as they did for us. But I can almost guarantee that the damage isn't nearly as severe as news reports would have us believe.
The Loma Prieta 'Quake cost me, in spite of having Earthquake insurance, $33,000. I received nothing from the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA).
We're all familiar with how insurance deductibles work: You have a loss. You pay the fixed-amount deductible. The insurer pays the balance.
Earthquake insurance has a 10% deductible. Based on the above, you would think that, if you had a $100,000 loss on a property insured for $200,000, you'd pay $10,000 and the insurer $90,000. But that's not the way Earthquake insurance works.
The deductible in Earthquake policies is 10% of the insured amount, not the amount of the loss. Therefore, if your property is insured for $200,000, your deductible is $20,000 regardless of the amount of the loss! [That's no longer true: the deductible is now 15%.]
Your property is damaged by a temblor. It then catches fire and is completely destroyed. How much is the insured loss?
No easy answer. The fire coverage will pay the amount that the insured property was worth at the time the fire started. Now, since the fire started after the 'quake damage, what was the property worth after being damaged by the 'quake but before the fire started? When that's answered, you learn what the insurer will pay.
Unfortunately, the logic of this is quite simple and easy to understand. The principle is applied in many areas of the law.
JIM GRIMES: Wednesday, January 19, 1994 10:01(Jet
Finally, I feel for the people in the Southland just as they
did for us. But I can almost guarantee that the damage isn't
nearly as severe as news reports would have us believe.
James Grimes> Your report from Loma Prieta was very descriptive.
A kind comment for which I thank you.
JG> Quick question.
> what is
the perception that news reports have given?
Maybe I'm being victimized by the words and images but I'm beginning to believe that what I said above is wrong and that the damage is far more extensive than the initial reports would've had us believe.
The Hong Kong query is a more distant view of the perceived situation.
Most San Franciscans have been to your part of the world. We look at the maps, find our landmarks (Hollywood, DisneyLand, Exposition Park, Watts Towers, POP, NuPike [yes, I know they're gone], etc.) and have some idea of how extensive is, and isn't, the damage. But people from the Far East, say the Moscows, Parises, Londons, Ha[a]rlems, and Cairos can't do dat just as people in the Far West, say Honolulu, Alice, and Hong Kong, can't do dat.
JG> At least one person I've heard from was convinced
> that the entire LA Basin is now in the Pacific ocean.
Not unlike what they thought about us and our situation.
JG> Happily that's nowhere near reality.
As a San Franciscan, I am compelled to withhold comment.
JG> Heh – well that's not fair. If the entire Pacific Plate portion of California
> slipped off into the Pacific (if I remember the location of the San Andreas
> correctly), all of LA would be gone, but only part
of SF. Humpf. ;-)
Nope. All of San Francisco is on the North American Plate. I think all of Los Angeles is on the Pacific Plate.
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I am reminded of where I was during the 1957 SF quake. (I've since remembered it to be in 1958, but that's a conflation with its 5.8 magnitude.) Anyway, I'd just been to the hospital on St. Joseph at Geary. We were getting gas at a station across Geary Boulevard. It was in the days when the attendant checked oil, water etc. Well, that guy came out from under the hood of our big ol' road hog shaking the dipstick like he was gonna use it on us. He thought I was bouncing in the back seat. All mom could do was point over at the big glass display windows on the front of the department store across the street as they popped out.
Second: I slept right through the Sylmar quake in LA. I'd just been dispatching for some twelve hours during one of the UC, Santa Barbara riots – at which time we had an army of police and fire personnel from all over the state camped beside the public safety building – and gone to bed at 04:00. When I woke up later that day, and saw everyone that had been doing riot duty huddled around TVs, and they said, “You didn't FEEL it?! It didn't throw you out of bed?!” … I again experienced cognitive dissonance, or overload, or something.
OK, one last one. This stuff fascinates me, and I try to get to many volcanoes. When my son was about five, I took him to the rim of the deeper, active part of Kiluea. There were bunches of fresh and not so fresh flowers and fruit right at the edge. He asked what they were for. I said I supposed they were offerings to Pele. Well, that was enough for him. He was pickin' 'em up and puttin' 'em down back to the car like I've never seen before or since …
Imagine being in Boston at a banquet during a meeting of the fire chiefs of the largest cities around the world, when the Loma Prieta reports came in. First we saw the San Francisco chief called aside. Then the host gets on the microphone and says, “I have a very serious announcement. There has been a major earth quake in the San Francisco Bay Area, and the Bay Bridge has collapsed.” I grew up, and spent the first half of my adult years in the San Francisco Bay Area. I helped to formulate the plans for just such an event … the pit of my stomach felt like a liability.
Then imagine going upstairs to a TV, and seeing Don (Steve?) Sanchez on a nationwide constant live feed (until Peter Jennings arrived to take the helm from NY) as if I were watching back home in San Francisco. Cognitive dissonance. Oh, and watching the TV, I was standing next to the San Francisco fire chief, who was (would have been) technically in charge of the City of San Francisco at that moment? He was nine kinds of emotion tightly wrapped, to paraphrase the description of Hotlips Houlihan in the movie M*A*S*H*
Anyway, we got the fire chief on a charter to DC, where he joined the northern CA congressional delegation on a military plane. As the fire chief told me later, arranging for his aides to meet him was difficult. When they took off, they had no idea where they were going to land …
I had to walk UP 23 flights of stairs to get to my office to get my wallet/keys/jacket. Walked from Montgomery Street to the Mission, checked the house, and spent the night at a local watering hole.
Got into the elevator on the 28th floor of Embarcadero 3 at 5:04 literally free fell 3 floors, and had to crawl out of the elevator onto the 25th floor. Walked home to Hayes Valley checked the house and proceeded to drink and watch the chaos with a couple friends and no electricity … scary times
Julie DiGiulio Comaduran
I was driving my car towards Target in Colma and the quake hit as I was turning into the parking lot. I literally bounced into the left turn and thought all my tires went flat. LOL! Only when folks started running out of the buildings did I realize something had happened … and then the DJs on KMEL came back on the air with the news.
In my moms kitchen about to make a phone call,I thought someone was walking behind me,it started as a rumble and grew,our lights went out but I never would have thought it caused as much damage as it did
Just got home from work, watching the world series with the family holding my 3 month old baby boy. I thought it was the end of the world …
Doing my homework in the kitchen. Remember it was a hot day, and the window was open. My neighbor's dogs, Zeus and Apollo were barking before the quake started, and I remember yelling out the window to those dogs saying "if I don't finish my homework, I won't be able to watch the game. So Zeus, Apollo shut up." Seconds later the earthquake happened. They sensed it before we felt it. Smart dogs, Zeus and Apollo.
I was with one of my BFF's to this date, trying to make a left turn from Castro onto 18th Street when a guy stopped in front of my car then you saw him rock back and forth. And I at first thought nothing of my car shaking cuz we had a rather … hyper friend in the backseat that would make the car shake anyway … it was not until I saw the Muni cables from above shaking around and FM radio station (that was playing Housequake by Prince by the way) went dead …
I was at Candlestick-took 3 hours to get out of the parking lot-A's still suck
Melanie Milburn George
Had just gotten out of the shower. I went to the doorway of my room and held on. The sway was enough to fling me from the door.
I was downtown, just got on the street leaving my Pac*Bell job, and I felt dizzy … heard glass falling and lots of rumbling. I figured it out really fast! Ran back upstairs 6 floors, called my daughter who was screaming into the other line with her girlfriend (call waiting). She was fine. Then walked the 3-4 miles home, running FAST under the freeway underpasses. Wild night!
I was a driver for [an airport shuttle service] and my 1st stop was Treasure Island … It was a little past 5 o'clock when I got to the bridge and noticed how light the traffic was … Passenger on board had his [portable radio] and yelled out “Earthquake”… My next 2 stops were downtown hotels … It was a traffic nightmare and complete strangers jumping in my van just to get out! Finally reached the Airport only to find out it was closed … Last person left was a lady who I dropped her off at her home near San Bruno.
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