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For 6 years my wife Althea and I lived in the Southern California ski resort town of Big Bear Lake. Nice place to visit but you don't want to live there if you want to play golf, eat out, go to movies or get out of your driveway without a snow shovel.
And then it happened... the earth moved for me. The Big Bear quake of '92... A magnificent 7.4 on the Richter scale hit at 4:58 am on Sunday, June 28 on the desert side of the mountain near Yucca Valley.
Shortly after, another measuring 6.5 hit only 4 miles from the house.
No structures in Big Bear escaped damage. We were one of the luckier ones with repairs amounting to about $1O,OOO to the house not including the broken stuff inside.
All three roads off the mountain were closed for 3 days while the residents experience hundreds of after shocks. Some you could actually see coming down the street toward you like the wake of a boat.
Although both of us had lived in California all our lives and had pretty much gotten used to quakes, this was a little much.
The decision was made... as soon as the road to Lucerne was open we packed up the 3 cats, 2 dogs, grandma in a wheelchair, enough clothes for a few days... and, of course, the golf clubs and headed off to Las Vegas to spend the rest of our lives.
Actually, I think we used the quake as an excuse to do something we both wanted to do anyway. All I know is I was grinning from ear to ear the whole trip.
One of the first things I did was to find somewhere to play golf that didn't cost an arm and a leg and start working on my game.
The stuff that followed is better told by John Gilbert... a staff writer for the Las Vegas Review Journal who interviewed me for this article which appeared on the front page of the "Sports View" section with a large but not very complimentary photo of me putting a stroke on my newly developed COMFORTZONE: ~>