I was there that day.
Still up from night before, snorting rail after rail, I sobered/negated my coke high with jello shooters and got as close as I could. I had to see it live. I remember it vividly. The aftershock. The forceful gust. The surreal reflection.
I still have a peice of the turf from the Kingdome. And the Hawks ever last game at the dome my donnybrook in the stands made network television.
I paid the dome my respects on its last gameday and day.
Cool post, Mod.