So, I'm driving into work this morning and I notice that a thin little layer of ice is forming on my windshield. The streets are okay but seem ready to get slippery. I say to myself "Hey, good-lookin'! Whatcha got cookin'? (That's the way I always start my conversations with myself, otherwise, I tend not to listen to me.) Did you mention this stuff in the weather report yesterday morning? I don't think so, you loser. (I always end my conversations with myself that way, or I don't take myself seriously.)"

Each day, around 9:15 a.m., I go to the fancy-schmancy morning meeting where big-time decisions about the newscasts are discussed. Important decisions are made like what should be the lead story...where should the live reporters be stationed...does Larry's tie clash with Lara's blouse. Well, toward the top of the meeting they ask for a quick weather update. Then, they send me out to change the oil in their cars. Anyway, yesterday, I said the morning (meaning Thursday) would probably be no big deal but from noon into the late afternoon, it could get messy.

Missed it by that much!

Well, by about eight hours. The precip didn't look like much on the radar but it sure messed up the morning for lots of folks. I'm pretty sure I could see Mother Nature twirling her Snidely Whiplash moustache. "Take that!"

Every now and then, people ask me...like a student in the Explorers Home School group on Wednesday..."Do people get mad at you when you're wrong?" Well, the answer is as follows: Most people, after this many years, know that I'm not too bright. They don't really hold it against me if I'm off the beam. Also, being wrong isn't a new thing for me. I have a wife, four kids and a dog. I'm wrong all the time! Just ask 'em.