[Quix]

I was out on skyline drive with my wife and mother-in-law. We saw this line of people parked and pointing to the storm cloud looking bunch of clouds in the distance heading evidently our way and we kept on driving without the radio on.

We went to an open house a block from our apartment to see if it was an attractive house to buy. There the realator told us what was going on. By the time we finished looking at the house, it was beginning to get dark--about twilight worth--as ash was starting to fall. We left our car there for a couple of weeks and walked home. Thankfully, the wife's Nursing job at the hospital was a block away--Sacred Heart on South Hill.

I remember it as quite an awesome time. Dark in the middle of the day was a new experience.

I used to have a jar of the ash for scrubbing things. But I didn't carry it to China!

[oceanperch]

I remember all the art/figurines/pottery made from the ash that sold in the Tourist spots here on the bayfront in Newport, Or.

Hmmmm. Now I am curious do they still sell it down on the bayfront? I'll have to go take a look.