Gardinerville, NV. I felt a jolt...didn't think much about it, but it was from that. I just kept on doing what I was doing. I've lived here nearly 32 years and I no longer freak out over the shakes.
And after Northridge, we were so rattled and on edge. Had PTSD for weeks. Either way, that night I had dinner with two friends at The Pantry. One had only flown back that morning, so he hadn't been there for it. A truck rumbled by on the street, and my roommate and I freaked out, just over a truck rumbling down the street.
Yeah, Northridge was not fun.
