While growing up, we seldom ever think about how our life is going to end. Sometimes maybe we think when, but seldom how. After the eruption of the caldera called Yellowstone National Park, I began to think how I would die. My name is Ann Marie Harris Blake. My father Eugene Harris had predicted the volcanic eruption at Yellowstone several years prior to the actual eruption. However, no one would listen to him. He was a crank; or publicity seeker,...