One awakened me in the small hours of the morning somewhere in the first half of 1992. I was living off-post in Barstow, California. It didn't seem to be much as quakes go, at least not where I was, and I don't recall any furor about it later. I barely had time to get out of bed and stumble over to the bedroom doorway, which I'd always heard is a comparatively safe place, before it was over. After a few minutes waiting for any possible further tremors, I basically said, "Meh," and went back to bed.
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"The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that this was some killer weed."
"The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that this was some killer weed."