Before (on left) and after (on right) photos showing the effects wrought by the earth quake.
On February 10 at 4am, an earthquake measuring 3.8 on the Richter scale rocked (ok nudged) the Chicago region. It was horrifying: I was laying awake in my chair thinking about passenger pigeons when I felt the house shake once. When I turned on the radio an hour later, I learned what had happened. For the rest of the day, I waited for a United Nations presence, as I have always wanted to taste the high protein gruel they dole out during disasters (you know, the stuff the flies avoid). I figured that depending on whether I wanted to go sweet or savory, enough butter, cream, raspberry balsamic vinegar, curry powder, dark chocolate, walnut oil, or other flavorings would make it palatable. But they never showed. So I ordered a pizza, only to learn that the cook forgot to put the mushrooms on. Living through a nightmare like that, though, sure emphasizes how fragile life is and makes you thankful for all the things you do have. I don’t even want to think about it anymore.
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