“In Northern California, the idea is never “if” but “when” an earthquake. We had a 6.0 this morning. It seemed to go on forever. It woke me. I immediately remembered the La Prietta on Oct 17, 1989. I was at Letterman Army Medical Center on the Presideo, standing in the Lobby, talking with a family about withdrawing life support from
their terminally ill father. The earthquake happened. Everybody scattered. Suddenly, I was by myself. A chunk of the outside structure had fallen. The Marina was burning. We were rushing docs to help. The Bay Bridge had collapsed. We had an earthquake!!!!!!!”
GdA
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