If it ain't on radar...

I don't mean to turn this into a weather bitch blog, but in Iowa in the winter there isn't much else to talk about. The last two days have been cold. Bitterly cold. Go outside for long without a coat and you will die cold. My previous entry bemoaned the panic that preceded a basically non-existent weather event that happened (or didn't, as the case may be). The last two days have been rather ho-hum from the weather heads here in Central Iowa. Pardon me, (I'm not a meteorologist, and I didn't stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night) but wouldn't you think that if the temperature is -6 with wind chills in the -20 to -30 range, that would call for some kind of stern warnings and program interruptions from our oh-so-eager-to-warn-us-about-snow television and radio stations? I mean, some snow and ice is bad, but these kinds of temperatures will kill you. We get the mother of all panics over a storm coming our way (or not) yet nary a peep when the temperature plunges to frostbite in two minutes weather. I guess if the radar screen is blank, there's no need to alert us. I'll remember that as I slowly freeze to death.