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California

Shaken By The

Quake

Editor's note: Many

·uso

1tudenta and their families

were affected by the re<ent San Francisco earthquake.

Viola otaff

writ.er

Jeff Baker wao at Candlestick Park

while the quake occured.

or a mid·October evening, the weather in

San Franci&e0

we.a

unuaually warm.

by Jeff Barker

At Candlestick Park, where fans generally

dress in ski jacketa

a.nd

mittens for night

games, the fashion for game three of the

World Series was mostly shorta and T–

ohirts.

"Earthquake weather," muttered a elightly intoxicated

Giants fan tailgating

neit

me in the parking lot,

He couldn't have been more correct.

While at Candleotick Park fellow USD atudent Mike

DiMuro and I survived the October

earthquake. Upon

entering the

ballpark

and settling down in our seata, the

Still The Greatest

By ROBERT HILBURN

TIMES POP MUSIC CRITIC

~e winner and still champ: the Roll–

mg Stones:

On a night when rock'n'roll's most

celebrated survivors played with

such passion and fire at the Los Angeles Me–

morial Coliseum that they looked as though

they could go on convincingly for another 10

years, Guns N' Roses, the young Los Angeles

rock upstarts, made you wonder Wednesday

whether they were going to even survive the '

concert.

In the series of hot-tempered remarks dur–

ing his group's SO-minute set, Guns lead

singer

Axl

Rose not only fueled the controversy over

the racial and sexual epithets in the band's

"One in a Million", but he twice suggested

that the four-day Coliseum stand, which con–

cludes with 5 p.m. shows Saturday and Sun–

day, may

his last performances with the

band.

The concert loomed as a classic rock 'n roll

showdown: a generational battle of the bands. '

festive crowd of 60,000 enjoyed the eighty-degree weath–

er. In the meantime, we were anxiously awaiting the

opening pitch the first World Seriee played at Candle–

stick in twenty-seven years. It would

tho firat World

Serieo game I'd ever seen in peraon. That first pitch,

however was never thrown.

At exactly 5:04pm our aeata on the front row of tho

oecond deck

began

to ,hake. At first I thoughteveryone in

the crowd was stomping their feet in attempt

show

their spirit.

DiMuro nervously said, "What kind of stadium is

this?!?

Stomping

shouldn't

shaking everything!1'

The shaking

got

stronger

and

stronger.

As I watched thewindows ofthe luzury skyboxes rattle

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to the point where it looked as though they would shat–

ter,

said to DiMuro, "Oh my

God!

Thia is an earth–

quake!"

(As

if my friend from earthquake-free Arizona

hadn't figured it out yet.)

DiMwo'a face

turned

pale as

he noticed the

&e0reboard

~dn~~t_up

and down and

the

foul

poles

awayina back

An incredible feeling of helplessness

was

in the air. I

looked at the people around me and everyone aeemed to

have the same nervous smiles on

our

face&.

It was as

all

wanted to say, "Hey, we're from California. We've felt

the•• before, right? - Wrong! Thie earthquake

WBB

huge

and no one was sure

WSB

ever going to end.

Oil Slick Reaches

Shore At Newport,

Huntington Beach

By STEVEN

CHURM and

LARRY B. STAMMER

fter drifting for more than a day

off the Southern California

coast, the first wave of 300,000

gallons of crude oil spilled by the

disabled tanker American Trader began

washing up along several miles of Orange

County shoreline Thursday night.

Fishermen who braved the advancing

slick had to wipe the black goo from their

lines, while spectators who ventured to the

water's edge

scooped up handfuls of the

muck and struggled

clean their hands.

And Newport Beach's mascot, Charlie the

Sea Lion, swam through the muck near the

Newport Pier.