Oh crap. Thanks for nothing. But I don’t think I’ll go back to worrying.
ETA — I should add a smiley. 
Just seeing this now, sorry. It was roughly 20 minutes before I made that post. IIRC
Thanks. It’d be cool to go and see where the epicenter was.
I was trying to make a joke. You said you were rocking. I asked what o’clock because Rock Around The Clock.
On a serious note, once back in the mid 1980s, during the NCO meeting for my USAR unit in Mountain View, CA, a smallish earthquake occurred. The one NCO who had recently moved to California freaked out, but he was also the only one who did the correct thing: he got under the table until the quake had subsided. Familiarity does not always breed contempt; sometimes, it’s just complacence.
Cool. Loved me some Happy Days on TV when I was a teenager in the 1970s.
And I got many military haircuts at the barber shop at Moffett. Military haircuts on base are cheap!
So you remember Saint James Infirmary? An arsonist burned it down in 1998.
I remember St. James Infirmary! That place had some … interesting decor.
Buddy of mine got ejected from the place for climbing that statue. I don’t know how he did it, but he made it to the shoulders.
I remember that place. It burned down in the late 1990s IIRC. I used to work in downtown Mountain View, not far from it.
I remember the decor and the peanut shells on the floor.
We’ve had earthquakes bigger than that in Cleveland. I’m a little surprised that a Californian would even notice anything below a 5.
Though you probably recognize it a lot easier than Clevelanders would-- We get a lot of “Wait, did you feel that? Was that an earthquake?”.
Though not huge, this one was an abrupt jolty one. And a 16 story skyscraper most certainly amplifies the movement, and prolongs it afterwards. My boss was working from her (one story) home much closer to the epicenter, and she didn’t feel it.
I was told jolty ones meant you were closer to the epicenter, and if you were farther away, it would be more of a rolling feeling. No?
I remember the Landers EQ woke me up, and I was over 150 miles away. I felt like I was in a gently rocking boat. It was a 7.3.
what’s interesting is that the Bay Bridge was built in 1936, the Golden Gate one year later, but it was Bay Bridge that collapsed in 1989, but GG had no damage
The Bay Bridge didn’t collapse. One section of the upper-span “hinged” downward and fell onto the lower deck causing one death and making the entire bridge unusable.
You’re absolutely correct. But that was the message broadcast nationwide, and worldwide, by the news: collapsed.
Here is a picture from wiki of the failed section:
You said the bridge was unusable, and it was. A little story of those days…
The eastern span was unusable. But the western span, the suspension bridge between San Francisco and Treasure Island was usable. (The eastern spam, going to Oakland , was a cantilever Bridge)
I was stationed on TI in the early 1990s and I once stopped in the middle of the bridge, which of course was empty. I parked my motorcycle and stepped away for a few yards, and snapped a picture of my parked Yamaha bike in the middle of the empty bridge. The empty bridge felt a little eery, because during normal times the bridge always had traffic. Always, at any hour of the day or night.
Only those who lived/worked on TI (or YBI, Yerba Buena Island), were permitted to use that part of the bridge. But nobody checked. There weren’t any checkpoints.
It was a great picture, if I do say so myself! But it got lost over the years and moves. It might be in a box somewhere and if I find it I’ll be sure to share. This was in the days before selfies and cell phone cameras. I snapped the pic with my SLR camera, with film and negatives. The old fashioned way. Just the bike, parked on the empty bridge, with San Francisco’s skyline in the background.
Wish I still had that photo…
Incentive to find that photo:
I’d better find it! 