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.