It doesn't seem possible that 30 years have past since the great eruption of the most symmetrical mountain in Washington State. I remember it being a Sunday and apparently, it was my Grandpa's 72nd birthday. I am sure we went to either a buffet for lunch or brought home a bucket of KFC. Either was a favorite of Grandpa and my dad. I don't think I appreciated the level of damage that occurred May 18, 1980. I was 13 years old and we didn't have the degree of ash or destruction at our house as they experienced in Portland or Yakima. It is a day that will live in history forever. One of those, I remember where I was when.....
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