The Weather Man Page #7

that people could pick up on

from across a room.

But as time passed...

few ever became

any qualities I actually had.

And all the possibilities I faced,

and the sorts of people I could be...

all of them got reduced every year

to fewer and fewer...

until finally they got reduced to one...

to who I am.

And that's who I am...

the weatherman.

But first Dave Spritz has the check

of our national weather. Dave.

Well, thanks, Bryant. Well, it feels like

spring if you're in the Northeast.

Is it gonna last? Let's take a look.

We've got a warm weather system

to thank for these high temperatures...

Mike, you ready for school?

Russ?

Let's go, guys.

Come on.

You're gonna get it!

- Bye, Shelly.

- Bye, Mom.

That's your national weather.

I'll be back with your local focus...

at the bottom of the hour.

- Hey, are you Dave Spritz?

- Yeah.

- Can I get your autograph?

- Sure.

So is it going to rain today?

Who knows?

Hey, Hello America.

I've been doing the show

for a few months.

People don't throw things

at me anymore...

maybe because I carry a bow around.

I don't know.

I go back to Chicago weekends...

keep it steady with Mike and Shelly...

come back, do the weather.

So... Forecast?

Come on.

Another man is with my family.

Things didn't work out

the way I predicted.

Accepting that's not easy...

but easy doesn't enter

into grown-up life.

I'll take this American accomplishment.

That's where I live...

behind Fire Brigade 47. Okay.

But in front of SpongeBob.

Hello, America.

SkyFury

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