Whither The Weather
SOME PEOPLE ARE NOT AFRAID to say what they believe. I’m not talking about religious beliefs or anything political or even restaurant reviews. No, I’m talking about the people (I assume that they are actual people) at AccuWeather. Com. When it comes to forecasting the weather these folks don’t know the meaning of the word “Maybe.”
I just went to their website and, according to their seers and their array of Magic 8-Balls; it will start raining again here in 116 minutes – not 115, not 117, but 116 minutes exactly. Now THAT is a weather forecast.
There is none of this namby-pamby stuff that tries to get by with, “There is a 40% chance of precipitation at some time in the next 48 hours.” Ha! I spit on their forecast!
Earlier this morning the AccuWeather site said that there would be a 6 minute break in the rain at 9:14 AM. This is good to know in case I need to run out to the car to get something I forgot to bring in last night – like my umbrella.
I did a bit of research into AccuWeather and discovered that they are Headquartered in State College, Pennsylvania. That is where Penn State University is located. AccuWeather gets its mail at 385 Science Park Road in State College – a very good address to have if you are in the Meteorology business. “Science Park Road” has more allure than “Wild-Ass Guess Road,” which is where most other Meteorologists reside.
I’m going to have to get the AccuWeather widget for my phone so I can get weather forecasts for Terre Haute (That’s French for, “It might rain, or not.”). The local weather bunny on Channel Two could benefit from the AccuWeather widget. Of course, she could also benefit from a voice coach, a wardrobe advisor, and a trip to the optometrist. She has twice done a face-plant on the studio floor when she tripped on the cables that hook up to the cameras.
“And tomorrow it will be 65 degrees and – Whoa.” Followed by a discernible thud and the news anchor calling out, “Oh, dear. Are you OK?”
She could use AccuWeather – and maybe some bifocals.
As the day progressed it turned out to be in the low 70s and clear as could be – although the ever present cool breezes off the ocean kept it just a bit too brisk for sitting in the sun to get a Vitamin D supplement.
Oh, well, maybe after we get home, but sitting by the banks of the Wabash just won’t be quite the same. There is just too much of a difference between sitting by the ocean in a lawn chair, looking out to sea, smelling the salt air, and hearing the waves crash upon the rocky shore – and sitting on a park bench by the Wabash River, looking out to West Terre Haute, smelling the unidentifiable aroma of something floating past, and hearing the traffic on third street crashing upon itself – all punctuated by the ubiquitous police sirens.
It’s really not hard to make a choice.