Lawd, here he come!
We’ve got about four hours before the winds start. They’ll be up to 70 miles an hour by dawn. The is the ass end of Storm Ciarán. I’m not going in to work tomorrow, which feels wonderfully transgressive – like having a snow day.
Speaking of, the man on the right is Bob Lobertini. He were the weatherman at CBS channel 5 in Nashville when I were a lass. He was also Captain Bob, who hosted the Popeye program, which is neither here nor there. The man on the left is just some guy.
Nashville got a fair number of snow days off school – we were right at the intersection of “places that get snow” and “places that don’t know what to do when it snows.” One day, Bob predicted snow when nobody else agreed. We woke up to a blanket of snow and a day off. He was thereafter known as Bob Snowbertini, beloved of all children.
Until the day he stumbled onstage knee-walking drunk to deliver the weather, was whisked away and never heard from again. I have a distinct memory that my mother and I watched this happen, but I don’t trust memories that old. He died in 1977 at only 45. Sad.
Right! I’m off to charge up everything with a battery.
November 1, 2023 — 6:22 pm
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