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| [H.G. Wilshire, U.S. Geological Survey] |
Thirty years ago today, I was at work in an office building at Fourth and Howard. I usually left for home at 5pm, but I was debugging a series of programs that I was writing, trying to figure out why the output counter on one program did not agree with the input counter on another. I was anxious to get home to see the third game of the World Series between the Giants and the Oakland Athletics. At 5:04pm, the building began to shake. Several people ran to look out the windows. I told them to get away from the windows and find some cover.
The emergency team would not let us leave the floor. My sister, who worked in the same office, and I were able to get out after a while. I needed to catch BART to Daly City, but I figured it was down and I wanted to make sure my sister got home safely. I later learned that my manager was on the crowded platform at the BART station when it went completely dark. Eventually the emergency lights came on.
My sister and I walked to the East Bay Terminal. We saw a lot of broken glass. We got on a 38 Geary. It wasn't dark yet, so we saw damaged stores and terrible traffic. We got off at Geary and Park Presidio. I walked with her down to California Street, hoping to catch a 28-Nineteenth Avenue to the Daly City BART station. I saw that traffic on Park Presidio was virtually stopped, so I decided that the bus was not coming soon.
I walked out California Street. It was starting to get dark and lots of people had candles on their stairways. All lights were out. The weather was warm and the air had a nice smell. I walked up to my parents' house. I knocked and then opened the door with my key. I said "It's me." "Who?" said my mother. I explained. Their house was not damaged, except for some glasses leaning against the door of the china hutch. I tried to call home and couldn't get through. I asked if I could borrow their car. I asked my mother to keep trying the phone. She got through later.
I drove carefully to the beach because the traffic lights were out. I drove along the Great Highway, Skyline and Highway One. The lights were out all the way. When I got home to Pacifica, the lights had just come on. My wife and daughter were ok and the house was not damaged.
They had been watching the game and saw the famous interruption before the power went out.
I don't remember much of that night. I called my parents to let them know I had made it home.
The next morning I called my manager and he said we were supposed to stay home. This was before we had remote access. We drove to Daly City BART to get my car, then on to my parents' house. We returned their car and checked to see if they were ok. My wife was able to rescue most of the glasses leaning against the inside of the china hutch door.
On Thursday, they let some of us volunteer to clean up the office. We had to wear hard hats. The building had big X-shaped beams in the windows. Huge bolts had popped out of them and were lying on the floor. I hadn't noticed on Tuesday, but many of the file cabinet drawers were open, especially the ones that contained heavy listings of programs. I don't remember how long we stayed or what we did.
On Monday we were able to go back to work, but in cubicles on the other side of the floor. Many people were nervous about the bolts which had popped out. I found the answer to my counter problem right away. All of our batch processes, running in a data center on Fifth Street, had run without problems. I later learned that the only system that had gone down was an Atalla device that fell over.
After a few days, Wells Fargo said we were moving out. Many people speculated that Wells wanted to break the lease and this was a good excuse. The building continued to be used for years until it was torn down for Moscone West.
We moved to the top floor of the data center on Fifth Street. We worked in a big bullpen. This required adjustments because we were accustomed to working in cubicles. We didn't have voicemail. In February, they moved half the team, including me, to a building in Oakland. We learned that the previous group had moved out because of asbestos contamination. The other half of the team moved to a building at Third and Howard.
Two years later, I transferred to another group in the building at Third and Howard. I stayed there till 2012, when we moved to a building on Fremont. This year we moved to a building on Market.
The photo, from the US Geological Survey, shows the collapsed Cypress Structure in Oakland. One of my coworkers lost his partner there.
