We recently had a blow of edgy, dangerous thunderstorms. The sporting event on TV had been interrupted by a weather bulletin.

The weatherman appeared to be operating in an overly excited state; darting around the Doppler radar map, pointing out a line of dangerous storms here; possible rotation there, occasionally warning viewers in specific locales that they should be in their safe places. It was valuable, important, potentially life-saving work. Technology put to good use. But the broadcaster seemed to be enjoying himself a bit too much.IMG_9878


I grew up on Herring Street in a small house that faced southwest; the approach route of most mean-edged summer storms. My idea of checking the weather was to look out the window; a practical approach I adapted to my general outlook on life. That explains many things.