I was in a 7.5 in Mexico City in 1957. Was coming home from a party, started staggering, said “Jee, I only had two drinks.” My friend, from California, said “It’s an earthquake,” grabbed my hand and ran down to the middle of an intersection away from buildings and power lines. We clung to each other to keep from falling. Was like a fast moving subway ride. Back at home, one roommate said the chandelier in the living room was swingling from side to side so hard it was hitting the ceiling each time. The guy upstairs said he was knocked out of bed. We were on a third and fourth floor near Chapultapec Park.
I hope this is not a sign of an awakening of the not too distant New Madrid fault. In 1811 and 1812 there were 3 earthquakes above 8, and dozens in the 7 range. St. Louis was only a small town then. Also an 1812 earthquake in Venezuela killed 20,000.
I understand.
I’m an earthquake queen from Calif.