The most terrifying experience of my life started at 5:04 p.m. on October 17, 1989, and ended only 15 seconds later, but that was enough. One moment, I was watching the World Series pregame. The next, the 6.9 Loma Prieta earthquake was flinging me against a doorjamb as I watched a tree undulate like God was doing a rubber-pencil trick. Later, I walked out to the middle of the street, where I hoped a building or a tree could not fall on me, sat down, wrapped my arms around my knees and waited to stop shaking. |
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