Close to ten years ago, I set off across the San Francisco B ay with my guitar to busk in a subway (BART) station. The day was hot and humid--unusual weather for San Francisco in October. After playing for a couple of hours and not geting much money, I decided to do one more song before I packed up. I heard a rumble which seemed unusually loud. Then the floor began to slither and roll, and all heck broke loose. The floor pitched and yawed, and it was all I could do to keep my feet and get my guitar back into its case. I didn't bother to panic; I simply had the feeling that the whole world was about to fall on top of me. So why panic? I finally did--when the quake stopped and I realized I was still alive! I feel pretty lucky. Teresa