May 18, 1980 is one of my earliest extremely vivid memories. I was only 5 years old at the time, but I clearly remember the sky becoming pitch black in the middle of the day. We were living in Richland, about 200 miles from the eruption of Mt. St. Helens, and by noon it was as dark as a moonless midnight, with hot ash falling from the sky.
I was freaked out enough by that alone, but it was a Sunday, and after just having come from church my Mom went into complete meltdown mode. She was convinced that this was a sign of Armageddon, and that we should prepare for the Rapture, which was surely imminent. Thankfully she was wrong on that count, but the following days and weeks were still surreal... People walked around wearing surgical masks, and the shoveling of ash like it was snow was a common sight.
Perhaps physically and psychologically effected by the eruption, the Seahawks went 4-12 that fall*.
What are your memories of 5/18/80, fellow old crusty bastards?
*team might have just plain sucked anyway.