some serious high pressure

I tune in
to the 6pm report
and the
blonde
blue-eyed anchor
tells me
her colleague
has been arrested
for an alleged sexual relationship with a sixteen-year-old girl,
the bust
a joint effort
between two police departments.   Then the blonde is gone
and
there he is—
—the weatherman.   No starched shirt.   No tie.   And his usual coif is a greasy
matted
mess.   He’s wearing a red sweatshirt.   He’s in cuffs, cowed before the judge.   Another
cut
and the defense attorney says, “He’s a good kid and he’s cooperating
with the police.”   And
that’s
it.   The blonde returns to talk about a fatal pit bull attack.   It’s all too rare,
but sometimes
people can surprise you.   Just last night, the weatherman stood beside his green radar and predicted
some serious high pressure
for the weekend.   He’s
typically way off the mark.   But not this time.   This time, he
nailed
it.