The Massive LA Disaster You've Never Heard Of

I've got some other connections and other accounts of the story, but this is a good one.

I like what she says about our obsession with progress.



When all this was happening my dad's mom and her sister were running wild in Hollywood, having escaped the family dairy business. My grandma was born in San Francisco just after the great earthquake, her sister before. The family business was across the bay.

My dad's dad had escaped rural Montana by joining the Army Air Corp where they made him a mechanic. My mom's parents were cowboy ranchers who loved horses but hated cattle.

My wife's dad was born in a farm labor camp near a small orchard my parents used to own, not far from this disaster. They knew people lost.

It's all become the hobby ranches and farms of wealthy people these days.

My parents, me, and all my siblings fled years before the worst of that entropic money people degradation. If we'd had the sense to stay put we'd all be millionaires. So what. That would've been intolerable.

Ask a Mortician reminds me of my first serious girlfriend. She was "goth" before goth was a thing. Our first date movie was Eraserhead.

Compost your dead.