Apparently the next big one is brewing just a few scant miles away from us in the Coachella Valley.
Having missed out on the last big one in Northridge in 1994 (I was away at college at the time), I can nevertheless say that I am not looking forward to this one. The Whittier one in 1987 generated enough pants-pooping terror to hold me over for a lifetime. At least with hurricanes, floods and tornadoes you get some warning to get out of bed, put some underpants on, get in the cellar and hold on tight through the ride. Earthquakes? Not so much.
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