We were rolling pretty good in the 4th floor of the Marriot anchorage last night. We spent 2 hours outside in the truck, waiting for the lobby to clear of folks and mgmt to give the all clear that gas lines were intact. That was one of two big ones I remember since I got here in 95. My lovely bride lived thru the Loma Prieta quake in 89, so keeping her calm was probably the most exciting part of the evening!
