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Listening to the weather across the US

Admit it -- as the snow piles up around us here in central Pennsylvania, you've been mesmerized by the colorful maps on the Weather Channel.  You've been watching the angry green colors spread over the Midwest and the Ohio Valley while you keep hoping that the nasty pink (ice!) stays away.  But why is it now mandatory that weather reporters have to go to the scene of the worst weather -- aren't there reporters who live there who could better tell us what's going on?  I'm losing all respect for those reporters who stand out there while being pelted by rain, snow, ice or being blown off their feet by the wind.  Their camera crew must be having fun, too.

If you want to put this storm, or any other weather, into perspective, check out the weather radio stations across the country (http://www.wunderground.com/wxradio/index.html). 

It's strangely comforting to listen to the weather somewhere else -- especially when you find a place with worse weather!



Comments

Oh come on!

There are no ratings in reporting the weather from the realtive warmth of a studio---gotta get out in that mess!!!  HAHAHAHA!!!

I frankly am thoroughly entertained by the idiots who stand in hurricane force winds next to oceans....I'm waiting for the big one to take a guy out!  Welcome to TRUE reality TV!!!

Reporter falls down

On this morning's news a weather reporter is out in the snow, reporting on what the snow looks like. Looks like? Oh well. During his report he proceeds to kick snow around like a kicker in football. In the matter of mere seconds, he goes down hard on his backside. Like Charlie Brown. I will give it to him he never missed a beat. He kept reporting and I cleaned up the milk that shot out of my mouth as I laughed at the replay of the fall.

I like the weathermen, they never take themselves to seriously.

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