From birth I spent most of my life just south of San Francisco, back when it was Reagan Country. Earthquakes are much better than annual tornadoes, and the small ones are almost fun. If you would like a good description of the ‘89 quake, here it is; we were in the furnished basement waiting for the game to start. As the first waves began, we moved to the doorway. I was holding on to the door frame when the major wave hit. The door frame (the house) leaped out of my hand grip. I’ll never forget it.
We were practically neighbors, then. I was living in San Mateo at the time, but I was at work in Redwood Shores when the thing hit.