Where were you that Sunday morning 33 years ago?
I lived in Seattle. Our dining room had a huge picture window that faced south, from which we watched the plume of ash grow and spread. Since the winds kept the ash from falling on us all those drills we had done at school (and on the school bus) were for naught (plus it was Sunday). I remember thinking that the eruption was very anti-climatic, but that was because we weren't in the thick of it. I still find it amazing, all these years later, that there is still ask in the median on I-90 as you head east.
Do you have memories of that day?