I've lived all over the country, and I've never seen any place work themselves into a panic over the weather the way East Texas does.
Every time it sprinkles the weatherman interrupt programming. It's annoying and it's dangerous; like the little boy who cried wolf, the day will come when there really is a danger but nobody will believe them.
Zippy by Bill Griffith is on the web at ZippyThePinhead.com.
And that reminded me of this:
Full lyrics at BobDylan.com.
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