One hundred and five years ago today, San Francisco suffered a devastating earthquake.
What the quake didn’t destroy, the subsequent fires did.
Each year, people gather at Lotta’s Fountain at 5:12am to remember.
I guess Mother Earth decided to add her own fireworks to the remembrance:
It came on with a loud thump, it almost felt like a truck ran into the house. The Good Man shouted “doorframe, honey!” and I found one quick.
Once it was over, with hands shaking and heart thumping, I recalled the video I saw of the recent earthquake in Japan where it just kept going and going. I can’t even begin to imagine. The few seconds duration I just experienced seemed almost intolerable.
All are well in the house of The Good Man. The Feline slept through it. The fish are non-plussed. The boy hardly flinched. The girl is a little on edge, but will get through it.