The man tried to use my phone. But already it wasn't working. A crowd was coming up the hill, and Base Police came to help them. Kate and I went back inside. The television did work, and I gradually discovered the disaster that had occurred. I had just driven the length of Rt 880--the double-decker highway that collapsed from the quake--killing 41 people instantly.
It was a miracle. If I had stopped for milk, that would have taken 10 minutes.
Kate took her first steps walking in the Bay Bridge Tunnel! I guess she was born to have adventures!
It was a chaotic but also, a quiet time. Another opportunity to appreciate our blessings.