Earthquake at 4:31 a.m. Can't believe it's been 15 years.
It doesn't show, but the refrigerator opened and that's orange juice and assorted other treats mixed in with our dishes.
The reports were that there were two strong jolts. We felt three. We soon realized that the third jolt was the freeway crashing at the end of our street.
This was my doctor's office. I decided to wait until they relocated before my next appointment. Robyn was brave enough to pose for the photo.
2 comments:
I've never seen those photos! WOW!! Remember February 9, 1971?!?
Happy Earthquake Anniversary, Walt!
You can't blame me for that one. I was in Utah that morning.
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