re: #49 celticdragon

I had fun with them from time to time. That series of earthquakes around 1992 when two different faults gave way in San Bernardino County on the same day was a blast. I was holding onto a wall and got a sense of the wave direction, and then jumped into the middle of the room and tried to “surf the quake”.

My mother was not amused.

In the big ‘89 quake, one of my friends was playing soccer in Golden Gate park, out in the middle of one of the big fields. He and his teammates dropped to the ground—standing was impossible—but he said you could actually see the waves coming across the open ground.