I saw on the news yesterday that it was the 20th anniversary of the Northridge Earthquake in suburban L.A. I joke with people that the quake woke me up in Yuma, AZ. It was MLK Day, I had the day off, so I was sleeping in. My mom called me to tell me that there had been a big quake in L.A. *lol* I was working as a geologist at the time and my boss was a big earthquake fanatic. I thought it would be cool to go see the damage for myself. Over a weekend a few weeks later, I made the 5-hour drive to LA and spent the weekend with my aunt and uncle in N Hollywood. The only damage they had sustained was a cracked retaining wall. I had brought my bike with me, so I was able to ride around in areas with closed streets. My uncle took me around to many of the new "landmarks" such as the Northridge Apartments, the UC-Northridge parking garage, the Northridge Mall, and the Kaiser Hospital. The one thing I took away from the disaster was the randomness of the damage. There would be one building that was totally devastated while the one next to it was perfectly fine. That's why I get so ticked off at the people building the development above my house who say that blasting didn't effect a certain house therefore no other houses nearby should have any damage. My aunt and uncle saved their newspapers for recycling. I was able to yoink their LA Times from the day of the quake. I still have it in my box-o-memories.