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Weather. It was Big News in my neck of the woods this week. On Monday, our local forecasters began a huge Chicken Little campaign. A "Storm Bomb" was on the way. A storm that only happens once in a century was on the way. A storm just like the one that sunk the Edmund Fitzgerald (which contradicts, of course, the once-in-a-century claim) was on the way. Hurricane-gust winds! Torrential downpours! Straight-line winds! Tornadoes! Flash Flooding! Massive power outages! Prepare Now! Run out - right now - and cut those dead tree limbs --- because the winds will rage with such a fury that surely your dead tree limbs will crash through your houses. Secure all loose objects! Take in your patio furniture! Stock up on water! Stock up on flashlight batteries! Buy a generator! Armageddon is coming!
They called it "Fall Fury."
It was windy, all right. We've had a couple of blustery fall days. That is all.
One of the local news rooms had FIVE weather folks in the studio to cover . . . Fall Fury. Five.
The sky is falling! The sky is falling!
All dressed up and no place to go!
It makes me crazy. It reminded me of this poster . . . which I never had, but wanted. . .
What if they gave a storm and nobody listened?
But a lot of people DO listen. A lot of people get really stressed by these types of dire warnings. Heck, some school districts in the area even closed anticipating . . . Fall Fury! I think it's appalling that weather forecasters can cause so much fear and uproar with their predictions. Sure, it's good to be prepared for storms. REAL storms, that is. But this "taking cover" because Dopler radar indicates there MAY be rotating clouds in YOUR AREA is getting a little ridiculous! (I've spent unnecessary hours sheltering frightened kids in my basement as the tornado sirens are blaring because of possible cloud rotation.)
As far as I'm concerned, I'm with Sir Rannulph Fiennes . . . "There is no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing!"