I hardly know what to think about all the weathermen and weatherwomen in this town. I swear, they take the most implausible worst case scenarios and predict their forecasts by them. Bob Ryan, Topper Shutt, you guys really oughtta do better. We had maybe an inch or two on the ground this morning, all the while you were proclaiming to the highest heavens that we were due some 4-6″ of the white powdery stuff that even Marion Barry won’t snort.
How did you make out with the snow?
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