i live at possibly the brightest point on the map (Anchorage, Alaska). We are baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad overdue for a really big quake. The last BIG ONE was the 1964 catastrophe, which I missed, thank Zeus. I was a kid in Iowa at the time.
That quake did a hell of a lot of destruction, but only nine fatalities in Anchorage. The rest of the 150 or so deaths occurred in tsunami-struck coastal villages and towns. Anchorage was then a town of about 50,000. It's now a city nearly six times that populous, with a lot more infrastructure like highway and railroad overpasses, many newer tall buildings, etc. A '64-level quake here would be really really bad now.
My big trauma today was cleaning the bear schidt off my lawn. I've had two bear incidents in the past week, likely the same damn beast. I almost ran headlong into him (a healthy industrial-strength male black bear) walking around the corner of my house back on Friday, and the next day my son chased him out of the garage, which I had just vacated about thirty seconds before, but hadn't shut the door yet.
Still, I'll take the bears before a big quake, any day.
caw