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May 18, 2019

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It was a Sunday morning and my wife and I, and our year-old son, had driven out to meet the owner of a piece of property we were thinking about buying in the hills above Manning. We had to meet him at some horribly early hour like 8:30.

Driving back to Aloha we had the radio off. It was Sunday morning and back then Sunday morning radio was consumed with church programs and the occasional public affairs interview about the upcoming Rose Festival rose judging competition. So, we knew nothing of the eruption.

I was news director at KWJJ and when I got home sometime after 11:00 the answering machine was filled with calls from the Sunday morning board op. The problem was that after the live church broadcast then on-the-air, it was time for the Beaver double-header. The time was leased to the Beavers and they had the whole time filled. After the Beavers, it was Sunday night which was filled with even more paid religion. No time for the news.

So, I began my Monday morning 5:10 news (Don't even ask, "Why 5:10") with, "I suppose you've heard by now that Mt St. Helens erupted early yesterday?"

a few buddies and I rode motorcycles up to the gate of the red zone, sat the 17th, 12 hours before she blew!

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