|Monarch Butterflies at Pacific Grove, California :: Andre Gunther Photography|
|Did one of these|
save my daughter?
(photo :: K. Tempest Bradford)
That day in the car, the earthquake didn't wind down. It got stronger. The car was rocking back and forth as if we were the victims of an unruly mob. The large windows of the stores were ballooning out as if they were made of bubble juice. The trees were whipping back and forth, bending nearly to the ground. As I sat there, wondering if this was The Big One, everything settled down and it was over. Some cowboy in the bed of a pick-up truck was gleefully yelling Yahoo! A man's head appeared at my car window, asking if I was all right. No I wasn't; at least I wasn't as alright as that cowboy. I kind of wished I would take his more devil may care approach but, no, I chose to be shell-shocked instead.
|A Los Gatos house (photo :: GSDS)|
We slept on our lawn that night. All night long the air was filled with the sounds of sirens and helicopters. I thought, this must be what it sounds like in a war zone. As the darkness started to lift with that wonderful early light of dawn, I heard a Thwamp! on my driveway. It was the sound of our newspaper, the San Jose Mercury News. How odd it seemed, to be receiving our newspaper after such a night; but, as a former newspaper photographer, I knew it was the ethos of the newsroom to get that newspaper printed and delivered, come hell or high water.
|The approach to the Oakland Bay Bridge collapsed,|
killing 42 people. (photo :: GSDS)
Ironically, Doug had been in his office when the earthquake hit, talking on the phone with the airline, booking us a flight to New York to check out the housing market and decide if we wanted to make the move. He interrupted the conversation by saying, "I think we're having an earthquake. I'll call you back later." Hah! My reaction was, Who needs an exploratory visit? I'm ready to move now! I regret that I wasn't more of a trooper.
|Book Cover (image :: NPR)|
Next time, I'll share with you a special necklace I made for my friend, Tricia.
I leave you with this amusing bit of wisdom: "I used to sleep nude - until the earthquake." (Alyssa Milano)