Looking out my Backdoor: Shake, rattle and roll with the punches
May 16, 2019
When Guadalajara rumbled with a 3.9 quake, I neither felt nor heard it but at the same time a weird wind seemingly blowing from all directions hit us hard. That night I lay in bed looking up at the bricks that form my roof. What if . . .
I’ll never forget the quake that shook Seattle a few years back and terrified me. It sounded like a freight train headed for my head and the ground rolled. Though a child, I still remember the Yellowstone Quake.
Another quake hit this morning when my son told me Gary is “deathly ill,” no details but Gary has serious lung problems. Gary and I were...