I was in the kitchen at work making tea. I didn't notice a thing, and came back to my desk to find three text messages, one missed call, and an email, all from Peggy demanding to know if I'd felt the earthquake. In the first few minutes afterward, at least, the thought in this area was that it was centered around Newark (NJ); Peggy had a particularly visceral experience of the quake and was worried that, being closer to the then-presumed epicenter I might have been in actual danger. I was sorry to have to disabuse her of the notion -- "Earthquake? What earthquake?" (Meanwhile, the coworker in the office behind me is going "Waaaaaah! Earthquake!" Seriously.)
And trust me, I know an earthquake when I feel one. There was a biggish one in North Jersey in, oh, late '86 or early '87. I don't remember the exact date, but I do remember that it woke me up early (after dawn, before my alarm). I groggily thought, "What the...? Oh, it's just an earthquake", then rolled over and went back to sleep. I was rather annoyed at myself later as it was my first earthquake, and I wanted to have somewhat more conscious memories of it.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
And trust me, I know an earthquake when I feel one. There was a biggish one in North Jersey in, oh, late '86 or early '87. I don't remember the exact date, but I do remember that it woke me up early (after dawn, before my alarm). I groggily thought, "What the...? Oh, it's just an earthquake", then rolled over and went back to sleep. I was rather annoyed at myself later as it was my first earthquake, and I wanted to have somewhat more conscious memories of it.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.