Thirty-five years ago today. Of course I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing.
We were having a birthday party for Meredith
in Burien and friends were driving up from Oregon — or they would have, but the freeway was closed. My brother Jim was working at a garage in Portland and they changed more air filters in a week than they usually changed in a year. Cousins in Hood River and The Dalles wondered when they would see the sun again, and what they would do with the piles of ash that covered everything.
I'll bet you didn't know there was a symphony
I'm listening to it now.