I was only four years old, so I don’t remember this, but I’ve heard the family story. We had gone out to Breakwood Restaurant after church. My grandparents were with us. They usually skipped mass, but they had joined us on that Sunday. Mt. St. Helens erupted at some point during the course of the meal and we didn’t know it. Dark churning clouds came rolling in from the west. The sky went dark and my grandpa said, “It looks like we chose the right day to go back to church.”
I see where you get your brains from!
Lol! Grandpas are so cool. I wish I would have been given the chance to get to know any of mine. They seem to speak with a permanent twinkle in their eye, making the child witness wary, wondering if this is yet another time Grandpa is pulling their leg.