It’s been a tough month for Storm Chaser Greg. November was supposed to be the time for him to showcase his storm chasing skills. He should have been reporting on disastrous blizzards, icy roads, freezing rain, blistering winds and backbreaking slush. Instead, he was reduced to exaggerating the danger of warmer than average temperatures, bright sunshine, a few clouds, a little breeze, a high barometric pressure system, and one light dusting of snow. BORING! He was feeling worthless. His life had no meaning.
Storm Chaser Greg went out for a bike ride anyway. According to eyewitnesses, he could be seen all over town, muttering things like “where, oh where, are the weather disasters?” “The only disaster I can see is my reputation.” “My life is a sham.” “My weather reporting is faker than all the fake news on Fox & Newsmax combined.”
Don’t worry folks. Like many characters in novels, TV shows, movies and soap operas, Storm Chaser Greg could be resurrected whenever I deem it necessary.