Weather or Not
By Spencer Christian
I am a weatherman. I study, analyze and forecast the weather
every weekday morning on national TV. And yet, just like everyone else, I can't
do anything about it.
Still, people approach me on the street and demand to know
"what's wrong with the weather?" If there's a dry spell, I can't get through
the supermarket checkout line without hearing complaints about brown lawns and
withering shrubs. When there's a heatwave, the postman always rings twice just
to let me know he's tired of it and wants me to "order" a cold front. And when
the mercury plunges below freezing and lingers there, the gas-station attendant
teases me about not coming back until I have "done something" about the frigid
I remember one winter night a few years ago, when I worked
on a local news program in Richmond, Va. My forecast called for partly cloudy
skies with cold and windy conditions. Then Richmond was hit with unexpected
snow squalls, and the next day an irate viewer called the television and
demanded to speak to "that weather jerk." When I answered the phone, she said
to come over to her house and "shovel off that six inches of partly clouded"
from her driveway.