The Northridge one was wild. I lived in the hills above the Valley and was looking at the water fly out of my pool. Sounded like a freight train in my kitchen.
“and was looking at the water fly out of my pool.”
Spooky. We knew someone in the Fullerton hills whose pool was emptied by the Sylmar quake. The water hit their sliding glass door like a tidal wave and water plus glass shards tore through the house.