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The best "where I was" story I ever heard about the quake of apos;89 was from a guy I worked with briefly back when I was temping. Heapos;d been twelve the day of the quake, and was riding his bicycle through some hilly neighborhood when, he swore to me, he actually saw the quake coming, the road humping up far ahead of him and the bulge moving swiftly straight towards him like an ocean swell. "I jumped off my bike and ran into the nearest house, the home of people who were complete strangers to me, tore through their front den, where a bunch of people were watching TV, into the hall where I hopped into a closet and slammed the door behind me. Just after that, everything started shaking."

So somewhere there are several other people who have a story just as good. "We were watching the start of the World Series when this kid weapos;d never seen before in our lives suddenly ran through the room and into the hallway..."

Me? I was home sick waiting for life to begin anew, which in those pre-Internet days was at 5:00 pm when the news came on and restaurants started delivering. I still have the little scrap of paper with my interrupted wish list of what I wanted from We Be Sushi: Hamachi Nigiri, Unagi Nigiri, Maguro Nigiri, Tobiko...

And there it stopped, because our dishes had started rattling.

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