We lived in Quincy and got a couple inches (as I recall). It was my senior year and I was in church. My church class was in the basement and one of the leaders came in and said "do you boys believe in the end of the world?" then he opened the curtain covering the basement window and it was dark outside. I was feeling pretty religious for a few seconds until he said "nah, St. Helens erupted and you all need to go home". I don't remember if it was 1 or 2 days later but when I woke and the sky was blue I took a ride around town on my dirt bike. There was a bunch of hoopla about the "toxic ash" but it turned out that the crops grew better than ever. The people who lived across the street must have had a really well stocked liquor cabinet because they had a volcano party that lasted for days. Those who ran out to cover their cars got bad news when they took the covers off, the ash between the cover and car sanded the paint off.
