Dear Jim Flowers,
We all get it…..you are the epitome of the “quirky weather man,” a man bound by the rules of the TV news….yet a rebel, a bad boy, a man who dares to challenge the establishment! “Flowers,” is your last name, so why not wear a “flower” proudly on the lapel of your sport coat. It just makes sense. Jim, every night you spin us tales of perfect sunny days and 65 degree temps, like a siren, a temptress of the ocean who lures sailors to their deaths….In all actuality Jim, your forecasts are as accurate as a Chinese fortune cookies “lucky numbers.” You with your dyed brown mustache and silver hair, you who are loved by all people in the 55-90 age bracket, you are a harbinger of the weather! Keep up the good fight you sultan of storm cast…you domineer of Doppler!
We all get it…..you are the epitome of the “quirky weather man,” a man bound by the rules of the TV news….yet a rebel, a bad boy, a man who dares to challenge the establishment! “Flowers,” is your last name, so why not wear a “flower” proudly on the lapel of your sport coat. It just makes sense. Jim, every night you spin us tales of perfect sunny days and 65 degree temps, like a siren, a temptress of the ocean who lures sailors to their deaths….In all actuality Jim, your forecasts are as accurate as a Chinese fortune cookies “lucky numbers.” You with your dyed brown mustache and silver hair, you who are loved by all people in the 55-90 age bracket, you are a harbinger of the weather! Keep up the good fight you sultan of storm cast…you domineer of Doppler!
L.
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