As you might know, I’m on-the-air in Nebraska now. It’s News Channel Nebraska, a string of stations serving mostly small towns in Nebraska. I do their forecasts from my TV studio at home.
For most of the people watching, we’re the first local television source for news ever. Ever!
Local news comes from Sioux City, Iowa. Take a guess how often these regions are covered by a station sixty miles and one state away?
NCN’s stations operate like jukeboxes. All the segments are recorded to hard drive then pieced together like a puzzle.
I upload my weathercasts via FTP. Each is slightly different depending on the slot it runs in. I record four separate takes in three daily sessions. I am the only human in-the-chain to get on-air.
A few months in, Nebraska’s weather has been very quiet. We’re finally getting rain Thursday/Friday. Some thunder too.
I’m already feeling pre-winter forecast anxiety. There’s something I hadn’t missed. Winter storms are brutal because some aspect of the forecast is always wrong.
You can’t rest easy. Weather changes quickly, the wind screams across the flat plains, snow and rain are more intense. Storms explode.
I need to understand the residents’ sensibility. In a windy place how much higher is the threshold for caring?
Once again I find myself living their weather. I decided not to get my car washed yesterday because of the upcoming rain… that forecast isn’t for here.