weathered society
In Alabama, there are few people that you trust more than your local weatherman. Why? Well, it’s simple… Alabama weather is insanely freakish. Remember December 2001? An F5 tornado ripped through Tuscaloosa. I remember that one… It has forever scarred my 21st 22nd birthday (obviously though, my mind can’t remember which birthday it was)…
Back to the original thought… Any time that I have seen Birmingham’s Son of Weather, James Spann, I’ve always looked up… err, admired him (I always have to remember he is only about 5’3″ even if the cameras make him into a giant). Apparently, they tend to get a little rowdy at times.
How rowdy? Well, their post will show that there is some mad buffet-ing and ketchup guzzling going on.
And we all thought they were such good boys and girls…
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Utterly terrifying!
indeed…
Oh my! Proof that iced tea should only be consumed in moderation.