I was 16 when St. Helens blew. My husband (not at the time) had just had his 67 Camaro painted, and it got a nice fine dusting of volcanic ash on that new paint job. I wasn’t in the picture at the time, but knowing him now I can imagine how pissed he was! That will be the least of anyone’s worries if Rainer blows.
RIP Harry Truman.