I was going through some old boxes recently when I ran across these pictures.  While I’ve been through several major earthquakes, this was the worst! Thinking back to that horrible morning at 4:31 AM when I was sure a plane had crashed into our neighborhood, I realize now that we were very fortunate.  We lived near a DWP plant and what I thought was a plane was actually transformers blowing one by one down the line on a street behind our house.

When it was all over less than a minute later, my feet were bruised so badly on the bottom I could barely stand, a freight train had gone through my hallway while a volcano had gone off in my house – at least that’s how it felt.  I was thrown from bed into a doorway, thank God.  When I was able to look into that same room all I saw was chaos and my bed was covered in shattered glass as well as several hundred pounds of books from the nearby bookcase.

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