Everybody’s favorite volcanic vomit launcher, Mount St. Helens, is giving us another amazing demonstration of its indigestive fury. For your listening and air-guitar playing pleasure, I suggest you play the Presidents of the United States of America’s classic “Volcano” whilst watching any news coverage of the steam and/or ash spews.

I was editor of the UW Daily at the time of the mountain’s big blast in ’80. In addition to the usual local-angle stories about the UW seismology lab, we had Ike Johnson, a student photographer with a pilot’s license, who risked life and limb to fly toward the eruption. The pics he brought back weren’t the most spectacular of all the shots made that day, but they were our exclusive.