There were high pitched screams, and a low rumbling roar, perhaps the thunder of running footsteps, but it sounded like a big machine.
And if I was very lucky, I was told, I could see the moment of the crossing of the blue Pacific and yellow sun as a green flash.
There was a spike in my head. It was heavy, maybe about ten pounds or so, rough to the touch, solid and unmoving.
Recently, a crowd of high school classmates gathered on Facebook like it was an unmonitored parking lot.
The posts arrived, a procession of friends and coworkers gathered to share their shock and sadness. Each beat slightly further apart.