He looked up at the Marriott Hotel, and saw what seemed to be a flash bulb going off in every room, as the building swayed in the late-afternoon light. I didn't know Bill then, but he had just started to walk home from his office South of Market when he found himself unaccountably tripping on the sidewalk. My friend Janis, trapped on 19th Street, asked a man in a car who had a cell phone to call her husband and say she was all right.
#Did the earth move one in a million you full#
The airwaves were full of frantic voices: Everybody was trying to reach someone. My boyfriend couldn't get through to me, and called my ex-husband, who came down to tell me Neil was on the line, an errand he would not ordinarily have been eager to run. One man said he'd sat in an empty express bus for a while, then thought, "This is stupid." Desperate to get home to his wife, he then tried walking over the bridge, which turned out to be even stupider. Friends of hers, trapped in town, had walked over to her house. This being California, and earthquake country, nobody had batteries or candles. I went next door and found a party going on at our neighbor Marjanne's house. Patrick, 10, was jumping on a neighbor's stairs.
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