By Shane Goodman Publisher/Editor
It’s not the size of the Doppler
When three grown men debate over who has the most impressive Doppler, there are a lot of penis jokes to be had. But at the end of the day, weather is serious stuff. Just ask Brad Edwards, John McLaughlin or Ed Wilson. Or check in with any central Iowan who is sick of the abundant snowfall this year.
The truth is that “Weather Wars” have been going on for years, far prior to the advanced technological forecasting that we see today. Our cover story may remind some of you of an episode of “The Beverly Hillbillies” when Granny took on the “Weather Miss,” saying the forecaster’s name was a good one “since she ain’t hit it right all week.” Granny used nature’s signs to predict rain, like a bobcat licking its fur against the grain, a rooster crowing before dark and ants piling dirt in front of their holes. She claimed other signs included cats sneezing, dogs eating grass and leaves turning up their lighter colored undersides. But Granny’s secret weapon was Cecil, a beetle she kept in a matchbox that would predict rain by rolling over on its back and kicking.
But those were the simple days of weather forecasting before Dopplers, Mega Dopplers and Super Dopplers. And penis jokes.
Thanks for reading. CV
