The only earthquake that I ever felt was back in the 90s, immediately after arriving in California. I was parked on the road between LAX and the water late one night, and I was outside of my trailer working on something. I suddenly had a pronounced pang of fear, as though someone was coming at me from the rear, although I physically sensed nothing. When I wheeled around, it felt as though the devil had passed below my feet heading toward the water. When I turned again, I saw the streetlight rocking back and forth, and I knew what had happened. I was surprised to learn that the epicenter of the quake was where it felt as though it was traveling to, rather than from, because it was in the water off Malibu. I'm glad it was only a small quake (5.0) or something like that, because it was more than enough for me. I have always lived in Tornado Alley, and I will take a tornado over an earthquake any day.