Chapter 21: Ben’s Return
March 26. The weather turned out to be atrocious after I told the community of Radar that the temperature would rise to forty, the sun would shine, and most of the snow on the ground would melt.
“Liar, liar, pants on fire, though,” Kent Karson told me that morning during a sudden snowstorm that swooped down from Canada and attacked the city. The precipitation turned into an ice and snow mix, and the temperature dropped to twenty-four degrees, freezing the city.
The diary of a psycho weatherperson said during one of its early entries that if you couldn’t take criticism, you shouldn’t be a meteorologist. I loved and lived by those words. During the beginning days of my career, I didn’t accept complaints very well. But, after hours and years in front of a WRDR came
