MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
If you woke up this fine Tuesday morning to find much less snow than forecasters predicted, you're likely one of the thousands of angry people sprinting to the computer to voice your outrage—outrage!!!—that those lowlife, idiotic, goodfernothin' meteorologists can't get anything right. Here's why you're wrong.
This is from one of my favorite weather writers.