The great thing about being back in America, is that we’re on all the same page about a lot of things. I feel comfortable going into stores and asking for help and thankfully, there’s literally hundreds of shampoos to choose from, because really, they’re all that different.
Sure we disagree about politics, religion, and Lou Dobbs (Can someone just say to him, “Okay. We got your point.”) But one thing that we all agree on is how important, how vital, how absolutely critical it is to know the weather forecast.
On every morning news show, the weatherperson is there, breathlessly reporting each droplet that might fall from the sky, that there’s a chance of a storm coming this weekend, or possibly to expect the possibility of wet weather.
And if that’s not enough, there’s constant play-by-play recounts throughout the day, at five minute intervals, via news-breaking worthy weather alerts with heart-pumping names like Weather Watch or Action Weather, and the most fearsome of them all—First Warning Weather.
I guess it’s nice in the newsroom, to know you’ve gotten there first with the weather report. But does it really matter?
I don’t know. I don’t have time to think about it.
They say there’s a chance that it might rain, and I gotta go get ready for it. Somehow.