It was windy today. I don’t know exactly HOW windy, but my extensive experience in weather-related subjects tells me it was coming out of the west-north-west at approximately 95-miles per hour. (See Footnote)
That incredible wind speed comes as quite a coincidence since, just yesterday, Old Grumbleface, The Navigator, and I were discussing the rare weather phenomenon called a “derecho.”
Okay, so the wind was blasting. Big deal. I had to go bike riding anyway because I had a job to do. You probably didn’t know this, but I am a professional storm chaser and TV weatherman. I viewed this major wind event as an opportunity to display my on-line weather reporting skills. Check it out:
Pretty darn good, huh? I take my storm chaser job seriously, but not so seriously that I couldn’t appreciate a couple of campaign signs after almost getting carried away to the Land of Oz like a modern-day Dorothy and Toto.
(We interrupt this gallery of campaign signs to bring you another weather update from Storm Chaser Greg.)
(Thank you, Storm Chaser Greg. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.)
I sure hope those beautiful view-blockers can withstand this onslaught of derecho/hurricane strength winds — at least until all the leaves fall off. After that, I’m okay with a blizzard coming along and blowing them all down and burying them under six feet of snow. Then I’ll be able to climb that hill and have an unobstructed view of MY Town.
(This is an important weather update from the MY Town Weather Center. Storm Chaser Greg has some new developments to report.)
Not only did your reporter see a plastic bag flying down the street like a tumbleweed gone wild, but he also saw flags extending straight out from the flag poles, and he endured leaves dive bombing him from above. A couple of times he actually said swear words to the wind.
(Footnote: Any facts and figures in this article that are presented in bold type could be slightly exaggerated.)