BIG earthquake under Anchorage just now.
It knocked over some of our Native art in the curio cabinet and left my hanging stair light swinging for a two or three minutes. One of the strongest I've felt in a while.
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Wonder how my old house up there made out. My son owns the property now - but he still lives in Anchorage. I'm going to have to call him.
Glad you're okay, and that it wasn't any closer to you! 
It didn't scare me so much as it just plain fascinated me. It was my first year in Alaska, I was living with my two boys in a rental house on the banks of Willow Creek. This would have been sometime in the fall of 1989, I think. (or else it was in the spring of 1990)
Anyway, it was night and the boys were in bed. I was watching the nightly local news on Channel 2, when all of a sudden the camera that was shooting the news anchors sort of tilted sideways, and the newsreaders stopped speaking and sort of gaped wide-eyed and open-mouthed as they clutched their shaking news desk - and in the same moment the couch I was sitting on started vibrating, and everything in the house started rattling. The weirdest thing of all is that all the walls looked like they had turned into liquid - honest to gawd, they were, like, rippling!
It all happened in the space of probably less than a minute, but it felt much longer than that, of course. I just sat there on my vibrating couch thinking, Wow! Far out! A real earthquake! Damn!
A few minutes later - after the walls had solidified once more and my couch stopped behaving like a rogue sex aid, I had a huge attack of guilt that I hadn't once thought of my precious sleeping children - nor lept into action to save us all from dire destruction and certain death from an earthquake bringing the house down around us. Nope, I had just passively sat there, taking it all in as exotic entertainment. I am a terrible mother, I thought.
But the kids slept through it - although they were both irritated that they had missed the fun when I told them about it the next day.
For the rest of my 6 years in Alaska I only felt a few negligable temblors now and then - and half the time I wasn't sure if they were very small or very distant earthquakes, or if it was just a side effect of some of the Matanuska Thunderfuck I had just smoked.
This one was a good jolt - you would have loved it. The USGS people are saying that we're very lucky it was deep because a 6.24 near the surface would have caused some damage. Interestingly, some places in Anchorage felt it more than places nearer the epicenter because we're like that foolish man who built his house on the sand that the Bible talks about. 
We have that liquefaction thing going on.
I definitely get the sand/liquefaction connection - being alongside a creek, my house at that time was built on sand too. A year later I had moved to higher and firmer ground, on 4-Mile Road, off of Hatcher Pass Road - 4 miles up from the Willow side, hence the name.
Living in Alaska was definitely exciting - in my first year there I got to experience that earthquake, at least 3 volcanic eruptions that left my yard covered in ash (and one or two more in later years), snow accumulation that first winter that set a Mat-Su record for the previous 20 years, and a spring flood that brought water up to the front steps of the house.
It was the quite the introduction to living in Alaska.
Actually, it got sort of dull after that first year.
Where it goes from there is up to you two!
I've gotten some supplies and things ready in my home, but I have no idea about the preparedness of the city. I think I remember some city planning for it, but I don't know.
Gonna be an unpleasant time when it does hit 
I saw a cool picture someone posted of a big crack in the ground a couple miles from here, but I can't get it to load into my photobucket from my iPad. Maybe I'll post it from my computer later. It was pretty thrilling. People on my FB page are still talking about it.
Stay safe.
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