Used to watch the Weather Channel ‘cos it’s the only channel that doesn’t show reruns all summer. I turn on the Weather Channel, expecting to see the weather. Instead, I got an episode of “Storm Stories.” Reruns of the weather. “Today’s weather is boring. But we’ve got some good tapes. Whoo! Death. Suffering. Devastation. Relive the magic.” I always wondered what happened to all those kids who ate lead paint. They’re field reporters for the Weather Channel. Check Toby out of the group home, give him a raincoat and a microphone, put him in the van with a fistful of Valium. “Drive in the direction all the sane people are driving away from.” “Hi, I’m Toby. I’m in the hurricane. It’s windy. You can tell ‘cos all the wind. Everyone else evacuated. I’m lonely. Why didn’t you love me, mom? Back to the studio.” Of course Florida is 48th in education. If they had any sense, they wouldn’t live in Florida. Every hurricane is Mother Nature sending a clue. Which Floridians choose not to accept. People touch a hot stove, they move away from the stove. Why don’t people apply the same logic to Florida? Maybe the weather map is too hard to understand. Just replace the H’s and L’s with frowny faces and pictures of the devil.