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All shook up.

Our family went through the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake, for the most part, with flying colors. Both kids were at soccer practice at different fields (I know my daughter is going to correct me on much of this), and my husband was driving home on the Nimitz Fwy (aka now as the 880), and I was showing a house to some prospects from Florida, relatives of one of my clients. The kids were safe but were trying to figure out why the balls and ground were moving without any help from them.  Carl thought that he had a simultaneous 4 tire blowout as he was driving.  And I knew what was happening but my buyers did not.  I calmly said we were having an earthquake and rounded them up like a hen does her chicks. The Floridians did not buy anything in Alameda, much less CA.  I'm sure they had big stories to tell. I recall some of my earlier earthquakes.  We lived in the San Francisco North Bay when I was 11 years old.  We heard about the earthquake in Alaska and my dad took us down to see t