There are lots of pretty good ways to predict the weather. “Red sky at night, sailors’ delight, red sky at morning, sailors’ warning” is tried and true. Cows are good. If the local cows are lying down in their field it means rain. Bunions are, of course, the standby weather forecaster, up there with arthritis, sinuses and old injuries; they’re always acting up when the weather’s about to change. The dog going crazy and tearing through a door could mean “there’s a tornado coming, hide in the cellar!” or nothing at all.
Now, with rapidly advancing technology, we have Doppler Radar, NEXRAD, The National Weather Service, etc. But is our forecasting better? No! And why you ask? I’ll tell you why, the weather over Western Pennsylvania is a JagOff!
“How can I know which Ya Jagoff brand clothing and accessories to use this weekend?” you may ask. First, watch the local weather forecast, then, call your grandma and bring up her bunions, next, take a drive into the country and check the cows, and finally, call your old friend from high school and ask about his left knee. When you’re sure what the true weather forecast is, put on your ‘Don’t be a Jagoff’ hoodie, shake your fist at the sky and shout, “You can’t fool me, Ya Jagoff!
