Caught Between the Doors of Perception
Recent prog charts resembled a Picasso fantasy as bulging lines of barbed cold fronts swept across the contiguous United States, riding curvaceous isobars, compressed like muscles ready to unleash the Weather Channel’s doomsday chorus to the latest Bomb Cyclone: “O’ Weather Bomb, O’ Weather Bomb How lowly are thy millibars….” Those who’d fly or work […]