February 29, 2012
If you think that space is the final frontier, the last
place of mystery—try predicting the weather.
At 6:17 this morning our “Weather on the 7’s” guy said that
we would have no precipitation until at least 10 a.m. At 6:57 he said that
there was a 60% chance of showers later in the day, with snow in the mountains.
At 7:14 I heard snow pellets hitting the ground; they then changed to a light
snow which lasted about 20 minutes.
In Three Men In a Boat
(published in 1889), the narrator bitterly complains about the folly of
listening to the weatherman. I don’t guess he’d think we’ve made much progress.
Weather—the enduring mystery.
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