And New York went back to being the city of snarls and angry horn honkers. Unhappy, unloved and unloving people who couldn't smile with anything but cynicism. But that's another story, for another day. I'm a mystic when it comes to baseball. Living in California, I'm also a mystic when it comes to earthquakes.
Earthquakes are minor events for the planet, even if they are major events for human civilization.
A big earthquake is incredibly disruptive. It can knock out bridges and highways, level neighborhoods, start fires, and of course injure and even kill people. We all know the Big One is coming, so we enjoy the blessings of California with an implicit caveat. Or, put another way, when we anger the Earthquake God so much that he or she decides to teach us a lesson. That's life in California.