The earthquake woke me up this morning.
At first I thought it was an airplane. My second thought was that my neighbors were being a bit too loud, but then I realized that there wasn't much noise apart from rattling windows and stairs, and that my bed was shaking. It went on for several long seconds (I distinctly remember that I had time to recall the Great Ralston- Purina Sewer Explosion of '81), and by the time it stopped I had reached the conclusion that it was in fact an earthquake.
I left for work less than an hour later, so it was too dark to spot any damage.
However, when I returned home this evening my neighbors and I were able to conduct a more thorough survey. Luckily, there wasn't too much damage, as you can see in the photo above. That's me 2nd from the right!
2 comments:
I think Beth and I were the only people to sleep through it. Everyone and there brother seemed to have felt it. I was happily dreaming of riding a tour bus in India. But thenn, the dream took a nightmarish turn and the bus was tumbling down an embankment into the Ghangis (is that in India?)
also, I didn't know lived in San Francisco in 1906. You're older than I thought.
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