I went through Loma Prieta in the Bay Area in 1989 (the one that hit during the beginning of the World Series). I was on the 5th floor of a building. Conference desks were slamming back and forth into the walls. Ducting was breaking through the acoustic tiles in the ceiling and was whipping around in the air. Glass was breaking out of the windows and either flying back across the office or down to the street below. I was hanging onto to my boss in the doorway, but my mind was strangely calm. I thought, "Huh. I wonder if this is it." Obviously, it wasn’t my time. We climbed over the rubble that used to be the office once the shaking stopped, dug another person out from under her desk and we all escaped down the stair well. It took 4 hours to drive about 15 miles. It was insane. Yet, drivers complied with 4-way stops. No one was honking or going nuts. Once in while, a car would go blasting by on the shoulder of the road - but you just figured they had someone in that car that was seriously injured and needed to get to a hospital. Another thing that was fantastic was watching gang bangers and the Oakland PD frantically working together to try to help people trapped in the pancaked Bay Bridge. The cops were too big to fit into the small crevices. So the little bangers had ropes tied around their waists and the cops would feed them line as they went in to search. If the banger got stuck, the cops would go crazy working to free them. A reporter on the scene pointed out that maybe even minutes before the earthquake, the bangers and cops may have been bitter enemies. I guess it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.