Friday, April 21, 2023

All Shook Up – the Earthquake HEAD Trip


The San Andreas Fault runs for 750 miles from the Salton Sea in Southern California to Cape Mendocino on the North Coast. Geologists classify it as a right-lateral strike-slip transform fault. If you’re having trouble remembering your physical science classes     (I sure do), let’s look at it from another angle. It’s a boundary between tectonic plates. The North American and the Pacific plates grind into each other along the San Andreas. The North American plate is moving, slowly, south as the Pacific plate slides north. Clear as mud? In an average year, the San Andreas moves 20-35mm (0.79-1.38”). The fault was defined in 1895.

On the morning of Wednesday, April 18, 1906, 5:12am to be exact, a foreshock was widely felt across the Bay Area. About 20 seconds later, all hell broke loose. The shaking lasted for nearly a minute (42-45 seconds). By comparison, the shaking caused by the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake lasted 15 seconds. High intensity shaking was felt from the Salinas Valley up to Eureka. The earthquake itself was felt from Los Angeles up to Southern Oregon and inland to Central Nevada.

The fault ruptured for an unprecedented 296 miles – from San Juan Bautista to Cape Mendocino. The small Marin County town of Olema experienced 20 feet of surface displacement. The quake’s epicenter was just outside the Golden Gate, about 2 miles south. The magnitude has been estimated at between 7.8 and 8.3 (Loma Prieta: 6.9). The strength varies because the Richter Scale wasn’t created until 1935.

At the time, besides being the busiest port on the Pacific coast, San Francisco was also the business, trade, and cultural center of the Western U.S. The city was a collection of unreinforced brick buildings and tightly packed wooden structures. Hundreds of masonry buildings collapsed, and wooden houses crumbled while water and gas mains twisted and broke.

As the morning progressed, San Franciscans started to pick up the pieces. The quake’s damage was massive, but nothing compared to what happened next, the fire! Dozens of small blazes, started by fallen lanterns or cooking fires and fueled by leaking gas broke out across the city. One of the first was the “Ham and Eggs Fire” in Hayes Valley, near the intersection of Hayes and Gough Streets. Someone lit a stove to prepare breakfast (Ham & eggs?). Thanks to a badly damaged chimney, the resulting inferno destroyed 30 city blocks, including the new city hall.

As many as 30 large fires began to coalesce into three firestorms. Without water to quench the blazes, (Remember those broken water lines?) the mayor turned to the U.S. Army for dynamite. Firefighters used explosives to demolish whole city blocks in the hope of creating fire breaks. Untrained in the use of dynamite, the fire department created many new fires. Eventually the Army took over the detonations. Fun fact: the explosives used were manufactured across the bay at the California Powder Works in Hercules.

Over the next 3 days and nights, fires raged across the city consuming everything in sight. Flames could swallow a city block in 30 minutes. Smoke billowed a mile high as temperatures reached 2,700°F. Firefighting efforts turned to creating fire paths, sacrificing one block to save another. On the third day, the wind shifted, blowing the fire back upon itself.

As the smoke began to clear, 80% of the city was laid waste, 25,000 buildings across nearly 500 blocks were gone. More than 3,000 people had died. It’s hard to come up with a firm number since deaths in Chinatown were ignored. The cost of this disaster, in today’s dollars, reached nearly $9 billion. The human losses make this California’s largest single catastrophe. Most of the deaths were in San Francisco, but the earthquake also killed 189 people across the region – from Santa Rosa to San Jose.

As if things weren’t bad enough, over half the city’s population was homeless. The Army was tasked with feeding, clothing, and providing shelter for 250,000 people. Initially, 21 large tent camps were established in city parks (including Golden Gate and Dolores), the Presidio and really any open space. Tents worked on a temporary basis but as summer was turning to fall, a better solution was needed before winter’s arrival. Major General Adolphus Greely solved the problem using his experience building arctic shelters. He joined forces with parks superintendent John McLaren to design earthquake shacks. San Francisco’s first tiny homes were around 200 square feet. Union carpenters built 500 shacks using redwood, cedar, and fir. Many shacks were painted “Navy blue” since the military had lots of that particular paint on hand.

Through this whole period, 4,000 military servicemembers participated in efforts to prevent crime, including looting, and aide recovery efforts. Soldiers guarded the U.S Mint, post offices, and the county jail. Mayor Schmitz even issued a “shoot to kill” order allowing soldiers, regular and special police officers to shoot looters or “anyone in the commission of any other crime”.

Recovery and rebuilding efforts began immediately. Millions of dollars flowed into San Francisco from the federal government and around the world. Fundraisers were held in London and Canada. Andrew Carnegie sent $100,000 ($3.4 million today). On April 19, the New York Highlanders (Yankees) and the Philadelphia Athletics played a benefit game to raise money for the effort.

Worried that if the full impact of the disaster were widely known it could negatively impact business prospects, civic leaders downplayed the damage. The “official” death toll was reported to be just 700. Newspaper articles spoke about the positive attitude of earthquake survivors. The mayor talked about rebuilding “larger, better, and soon”. By 1915, the city had risen from the ashes and hosted the Panama-Pacific International Exposition to showcase its full recovery. During the Expo’s nine-month run, 18.8 million visitors attended.

As happens today, “Christian” ministers used the devastation as proof of divine retribution to punish San Francisco for sin, debauchery, and low moral values. Some things never change. Down in the Jackson Square section of the city stood Hotaling’s whiskey warehouse which was the largest whiskey depository on the West Coast. At one point, troops planned to blow up the building, and the whiskey, to build a fire break. Cooler and smarter heads prevailed. U.S. Navy sailors ran hoses for a mile from Fisherman’s Wharf and around Telegraph Hill to bring a supply of saltwater to Hotaling’s. The whiskey was saved!

Charley Kelley, the editor of “Sunset Magazine” penned San Francisco’s famous and appropriate response:

If as they say, God sparked the town,

For being too frisky.

Why did he burn the churches down,

And save Hotaling’s whiskey?

 

The next HEAD Trip will explore the Great Earthquake and Fire with a focus on the Mission District. As is tradition, we will meet in a bar, Delirium – a place that puts the dive in dive bar. The glasses are clean. The drinks are strong. Bring hand sanitizer. Delirium is at 3139 16th St., just a short walk from the 16th/Mission BART Station.

After getting lubed, we’ll stroll over to Dolores Park. Along the way stopping at Bi-Rite Market to buy some sandwiches for a picnic in the park. After lunch, and a spot of dog/people watching, we’ll hike up to hill to gaze in awe at the Golden Hydrant, savior of the Mission District. Down the hill, with a stop for ice cream, we’ll find our way over to the Elixir, San Francisco’s second oldest bar! Enjoying our adult refreshments, we’ll share the “up from the ashes” story of this famous watering hole.

Let’s meet at noon on Saturday, May 6th at Delirium and take it from there!





Tuesday, January 24, 2023

Presidential HEAD Trip

San Francisco has long been a popular destination for U.S. Presidents. The first presidential visit to SF was in 1880 and since then every Chief Executive, except for two, have enjoyed Bagdad by the Bay while in office. That’s 25 presidents! Join the HEAD Society on Saturday, February 11 to explore this fascinating chapter of Bay Area history. 

At 2pm, we’ll meet at one of San Francisco’s smallest bars, Buddha Lounge (901 Grant Ave. @ Washington St.). This Chinatown dive is one of 34 Legacy Bars in San Francisco (along with Specs’ 12 Adler from the Devil’s Acre HEAD Trip). As we wait for our group to gather, enjoy one of the bar’s two specialties. One is, of course, Buddha Beer served in green Buddha-shaped bottles. The other is a Chinese Mai Tai. This drink was made famous down the street at the Li Po Lounge. Buddha Lounge adds its own secret ingredient, Three Penis Whiskey imported from China. It’s a cash only establishment. 

 If you’re taking BART into SF, get off at the Powell Street Station. Walk a short distance and get on the new Central Subway (follow the many signs). Muni’s newest line will take you up to Chinatown lickety split! The Chinatown Station is near the corner of Stockton & Washington Streets. Walk down Stockton St. and turn right on Washington. It’s a short downhill stroll to the Buddha Lounge. 

After we gather, and a little day drinking, we’ll be off to the Great Eastern Restaurant (649 Jackson St.) to feast on some Presidential dim sum as enjoyed by President Barack Obama on a chilly day in February 2015 (The Secret Service drove him directly there from the airport! He must have really been jonesing for those dumplings!).   

After a late lunch, we’ll saunter through Chinatown. Our next stop is just beyond the Dragon Gate, The Irish Bank. It’s a cozy, museum-like pub tucked down a short alley. As far as we know, no president ever drank here but it’s the perfect place to honor the 4 U.S. Presidents of Irish ancestry. We’ll even have our own Presidential Pub Quiz complete with prizes (drinks, of course). 

 Next stop, Union Square, where we’ll stand in the footsteps of Gerald Ford and his wannabe, but failed assassin, Sara Jane Moore. We’ll also admire the Dewey/U.S. Sailor monument. It has connections to 2 Presidents. 

 From Union Square, we’ll walk back to Market Street, past the Palace Hotel and over to House of Shields. It’s San Francisco’s 8th oldest bar and was once connected to the Palace Hotel through a secret underground tunnel. Ordinarily used to move women and whiskey, this tunnel was also possibly a conduit for relocation of the body of the 29th President. We’ll sip on well-crafted cocktails and discover the conspiracies and rumors dating back to 1923. Did the President die of a heart attack in his hotel room bed or in the arms of a beautiful woman (not his wife) upstairs at House of Shields? Some even say he was poisoned by his wife. Who knows? Maybe we do! 

 Please RSVP @ beerguy24@gmail.com.