A Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On! (or How I Survived the Great East Coast Mega-Quake)
Yesterday, I survived my second earthquake. The first earthquake I made it through was a few years ago in Michigan. I believe it was actually centered in Ohio somewhere. I was hanging out with a friend and her dad having a garage sale out in their... well... garage, of course. She said "I think we just had an earthquake." Her dad and I laughed. She said she wasn't joking. We all decided she should probably go lie down. She did but was back in a few minutes to tell us the news said there had indeed just been an earthquake.
This quake, however, was a little more intense. I was at work when the building began... how can I put it? Thrumming? Anyway, we all thought it was no big deal as the building does this when certain big trucks drive by on the 70 mph highway a couple hundred of feet from our backdoor. You mostly feel it in the floor. A vibrating sort of hum that carries up into the furniture though at a greatly reduced intensity.
But this time instead of quickly building and then quickly fading as usual, it got worse. Then, the walls start shaking, the earth was quaking, my mind was aching and we started to get worried we might not make it. What if it didn't stop? What if it kept getting stronger until the walls started falling down? What would we do if live wires started dropping from the ruptured ceiling sparking fires and zapping our co-workers? Most important of all, would this get us out of work for the rest of the day?
Before we could answer any of these questions, the shaking stopped, leaving the walls intact and all our co-workers uncooked. We all breathed a sigh of relief and looked hopefully at our bosses who only shook their heads and waved us back to work. So much for a little time to recover from the trauma of our ordeal!
In a few moments we heard the news -- a 5.8 rumbler centered up around Richmond, Virginia. A quake that would be nothing to get excited about out on the West Coast, but here on the East Coast, as we all watched Hurricane Irene out there churning her way to our doorstep for a weekend hurricane party, earthquakes of any consequence were simply unheard of. I mean... the earth frickin' moved!
In an unusual moment of extreme kindness, the powers that be at work allowed us to go on Facebook and Twitter to make sure family and friends had all checked in. The reports were saying no major damage or injury, but I was a little worried all the same for three reasons. First, I have been to Richmond and know they have some pretty tall buildings there. Second, I am not at all sure they planned on earthquakes when they built those buildings. Third, and most importantly, I have a friend up there. So I sent him a message on Facebook.
Eventually I connected with my friend who assured me all of Richmond's buildings were still standing and the quake had been nothing more than a whole lot of shaking and people standing around with blank stares. By the time they figured out it was an earthquake, it was over. Everyone looked at each other afterward as if to say, "Did that really just happen?"
The scary thing is initial thoughts were a terrorist attack rather than the grumblings of Mother Nature. The scarier thing is that statistically speaking, the terrorists would probably have been the safer bet. But luckily it was just our happy home settling a bit, kicking up some dust and taking out a few more Hummel figurines.
Once things settled down and the workday was done, I thought about Japan and the 9.0 magnitude quake that hit them in March. If I understand the Richter scale, and I am pretty sure I do, then that quake was more than 1000 times stronger than what we felt here. That is hard to imagine. Solid ground is not supposed to move that way. I cannot even fathom what it would be like if what we felt had been even ten times the intensity it was.
In the end, our little East Coast quake was nothing to get excited about and everyone soon turned their attention back to the approaching hurricane which was much more likely to cause real damage than our little earthquake. I guess every region has its own dangers to deal with and everything considered, I am more than happy dealing with the familiar threat of a hurricane than a surprise earthquake any day. Now where is the nearest hurricane party?