I spent most of my life in California and I would say that 99% of all earthquakes start with "Is that an earthquake?" and, of course, there's always one person saying "I don't feel anything" and by the time it is decided that it is in fact an earthquake it's already over.
The absolute worst earthquake I ever felt was the 1987 Whittier quake. My grandfather had a porcelain statue of a pelican (he was in the Navy) that fell off of a shelf and a small part chipped off. But somehow we made it through.
I work in a government office building with 200 other people and every year they get all excited for this Shake Out BS. They tell us we have to participate and get under our desk. I'm a big feller with creaky joints. Getting back out from under my desk is harder than getting under it. And for what? In case some foam ceiling tiles fall down? They say "The industrial sized air conditioners on the roof could come through!" and I'm thinking that if that were to happen my press-board desk top with no legs mounted on aluminum partitions might not protect me.
I have never seen that happen but I do realize it could happen. A helicopter could also crash through the roof but we don't have a day for that.
I remember the Whittier quake. It rolled like waves in the ocean. I always thought quakes were kinda fun, except for the picture frames falling on my head. Those are sharp.
I spent most of my life in California and I would say that 99% of all earthquakes start with "Is that an earthquake?" and, of course, there's always one person saying "I don't feel anything" and by the time it is decided that it is in fact an earthquake it's already over.
The absolute worst earthquake I ever felt was the 1987 Whittier quake. My grandfather had a porcelain statue of a pelican (he was in the Navy) that fell off of a shelf and a small part chipped off. But somehow we made it through.
I work in a government office building with 200 other people and every year they get all excited for this Shake Out BS. They tell us we have to participate and get under our desk. I'm a big feller with creaky joints. Getting back out from under my desk is harder than getting under it. And for what? In case some foam ceiling tiles fall down? They say "The industrial sized air conditioners on the roof could come through!" and I'm thinking that if that were to happen my press-board desk top with no legs mounted on aluminum partitions might not protect me.
I have never seen that happen but I do realize it could happen. A helicopter could also crash through the roof but we don't have a day for that.
I remember the Whittier quake. It rolled like waves in the ocean. I always thought quakes were kinda fun, except for the picture frames falling on my head. Those are sharp.