But it really feels like 64.38812 today…
July 13th, 2008 | by mmb5 |I ventured to suburban Cleveland yesterday to play in my first sanctioned Scrabble tournament. Interesting little day, as I seemed to have just traded a college-aged geeky subculture for a middle-aged geeky subculture. But that’s not why I’m writing.
On the way home, I needed to get something to eat. For those of you who have traveled the Ohio Turnpike, you know the food options are limited, since they place the restaurants at rest stops and forbid the advertising of other locations that are not Turnpike-owned. So you’re pretty stuck with what’s there. I stop at one where the choices are Hardee’s, The Red Burrito and Mancino’s. You cannot eat Mexican food or even ersatz Mexican while driving, and I really didn’t want a hoagie, so Hardee’s it is. And then you wonder why there’s an obesity epidemic when the smallest burger I could order was 1/3rd of a pound. By some miracle they kept the ham and cheese from the menu from the 22 years ago I worked there, and took that instead.
But that’s not why I’m writing. Still here? Good — I’m finally getting to my point. The lobby in the rest area has a TV that is fully Bloombergized with several different things going on at once. First, there’s this Turnpike retrospective with music that makes the soundtrack to The Natural seem unheroic. Then, the weather forecast and current conditions pop up. Including the relative humidity — to five decimal places. I’ve never even seen it at one before, and all of a sudden we can now tell the difference at the parts per ten-million level?
What ever happened to the days when we as a nation and broadcasters in particular didn’t take the weather so seriously? Like this: