So there we were, enjoying a lovely Sunday dinner and "silent auction" in support of Homeless Healthcare for Los Angeles, when another rumbler hit. Seems like all I have to do is leave my bunker and the heavens decide to unleash (last time there was a quake, I was trying to watch Gran Torino at a local theater!). Since we were outside in a garden setting surrounded by high rise office buildings, someone wondered if we should duck under our plastic banquet tables. If the quake started taking down fifty story buildings, it seemed unlikely that the tables would offer much protection...
Perhaps most intriguingly, the speakers didn't even feel the shaker and just kept going... a few more Manhattans and I might have been in the same boat!
