Capt. Fred Davis
Where’s Al? Today, Aug. 13, as I sit
and doodle on my writer’s pad, I’m wondering where
Al Gore is. Is he off saving the polar bears and Alaskan seals
or is he hiding?
I’m guessing it may be the later.
Back
in the day, he made a big deal about global warming during
his presidential run only to become a laughing stock
among his party members. He also failed in his endeavors
to expose
the weather predictors. He has proven that he, like the
rest of us, actually knows very little about weather forecasting.
If
Al was brilliant enough to warn us about global warming
years
in advance, calling our droughts proof of his predictions,
why didn’t he foresee all the rain and flooding?
If
he truly was able to look into the future of weather, why
didn’t
he predict the tornados or tsunamis?
Boy
would he find himself facing an angry group of people if
he were to appear
in Caseville today during the 15th annual Cheeseburger
Festival. The people who went to a lot of trouble and expense
to get
to Caseville in mid-August, only to be shopping
for sweatshirts and hats in very cool, blustery weather.
The very disappointed
people who had anticipated wearing beachwear and
Levis during an event in the “Cheeseburger Capital” of the Thumb.
If
it’s any comfort to those who were shivering Aug. 13
at Cheeseburger in Caseville, I can assure you I know exactly
how you feel. I’ve spent some time enjoying Cheeseburgers
in Paradise in Key West during some of the worst weather you
could imagine.
One
saving grace in both cases: there always is plenty of beer,
margaritas and cheeseburgers! That is how
the events are billed not “Weather in Paradise” — just “Cheeseburgers
in Paradise.” So all the visitors should just zip up
their jackets and stroll around seeing how many varieties they
can consume. Perhaps you may want to ask for hot chocolate
instead of beer to wash them down.
The
Al I turn to with questions about the weather announced it
could become a little damp during
Cheeseburger week. What does he know about
it though — he’s
in New York and the burgers there would make you want to head
to Caseville in a hurry. One thing I enjoy about him is his
humor, plus he only predicts a few days in advance. NBC keeps
him so busy jetting around if he gets it wrong occasionally,
we should give him a break.
You
guessed it — I’m
talking about Al Roker, and he never claims to be the greatest
weather person out there, he is just a nice guy.
Back
to Caseville — by
the time you read my column, you probably traveled there to
watch the parade. Now you understand the phrase; the parade
of fools. The goosebumps must have been impressive on the under-dressed
participants.
One
good thing about the traffic bac up headed into town: there
were good views of the lake as you idled along.
What could be better than that? Hope
you enjoyed the festival and contributed to the burger count!
No,
I was not hired as their promotion manager, but perhaps I
should apply next year.
I hear they pay well — all the burgers you can eat.