>>1210644My dad was washing cars for money when Mt. St. Helens erupted. He thought it was weird to see snowflakes in may, especially in 80-degree weather, at 3 pm on a sunny day. He flagged down a Datsun leaving the car wash and told him to switch his radio to the local news. Understandably the customer was too busy blowing a fuse to listen to my 13-year-old father because his waxed Datsun was now being sandblasted by microscopic razors falling from the sky. By the time my father calmed the man down enough to listen, the sunny warm afternoon had turned into a toxic blizzard. illuminated only by street lights that thought it was quarter till midnight. The man tried to leave the car wash and head home but his prized Datsun wheezed and sputtered as it asphyxiated on death flakes. My father opened up his backpack and dumped his mason jar of Fermented apples so he could scoop up some of the ash and bike home. He still has that mason jar today
