Every year on February 9, I remember one particular February 9th, 1971 in the San Fernando Valley, in what has apparently been called the Sylmar Quake.
So I tip my hat to my brothers and cousins and all who were there that hair raising day. I remember ... I was asleep. I think it was just after 6:00am. My bed was shaking and bouncing, much like it sometimes did in my nightmares. So I tried to wake up. I kept trying to open my eyes But it was soon clear that I was awake, and they were open. Dad yelled from the bathroom, where he was shaving... "GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!!!!". There were six of us boys. Dad scooped a couple of us up. I remember running out the door, down the steps, and down the walkway toward the street.