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Kevin Fischer is a veteran broadcaster, the recipient of over 150 major journalism awards from the Milwaukee Press Club, the Wisconsin Associated Press, the Northwest Broadcast News Association, the Wisconsin Bar Association, and others. He has been seen and heard on Milwaukee TV and radio stations for over three decades. A longtime aide to state Senate Republicans in the Wisconsin Legislature, Kevin can be seen offering his views on the news on the public affairs program, "InterCHANGE," on Milwaukee Public Television Channel 10, and heard filling in on Newstalk 1130 WISN. He lives with his wife, Jennifer, and their lovely young daughter, Kyla Audrey, in Franklin.

At officially 7:19 in Franklin on Memorial Day night...

Skies turned black.

The winds were whipping around.

Because Daddy was out on the backyard patio, Kyla felt it as OK to go down her slide and run on the grass.

Large drops suddenly started to fall. Of course, we all ran inside.

The drops remained drops. A full fledged storm never erupted.

A full rain never materialized. At 7:51, even with dark clouds still surrounding, the piddly rain stopped.  Any threat of severe weather over. TV meteorologists will still get paychecks; some might even be eligible for promotions.

The Memorial Day weekend was a disaster for local weather prognosticators though you’ll never hear a peep out of them about it.

Weather folks consider themselves cool, incredibly important, even life-saving heroes. When they are consistently wrong, they are fortunate to call themselves “employed,” especially when they can’t even put together an accurate forecast informing folks how to celebrate a holiday weekend.

I pay close attention to the weather and I know what I write about. Here’s what the masses were told coming into the Memorial Day weekend, with all their fancy falootin’ state of the art equipment to help them:

SATURDAY: Rain storms in the early morning, then clearing in the morning with warming temperatures into the low 70’s.

What really happened: Oh, yes, it rained in the early morning, but it will stop, we were told by 9:00. It didn’t. By 10:00. It didn’t. By noon. Kinda, but when it did, the temperature will shoot up to 73. Not where I live where the high during a gloomy day barely rose above the mid 60’s.

SUNDAY: We were told temperatures would be scorching, all the way up to 92. Hell, by 1:00. We hadn’t hit 80. The high got up to 82.

MONDAY: Hot. It was. With rain all day, it didn’t.

Storms by 12:45 one online forecast read. At 12:45, 1:00, 2:00, 3:00, it was the Mojave Desert. 

Ran in to my ex-wife at Sendik’s in the afternoon. She said she heard a forecast that major storms would arrive by 4:30. At 3:45 it began to sprinkle. One minute later, over.

At 7:10 it looked like something out of the Wizard of Oz. In no time it was drizzling. The heavy stuff never showed up. By 7:51, nada.

Four hours away from the end of the Memorial Day weekend and forecasters had a worse average than Rickie Weeks of the Brewers in April.

I bring this up because I’ve not only observed some great forecasters (Bill Carlsen, Ward Allen, Tom Skilling) but I’ve worked with others (Paul Joseph, Jim Ott).

The current crop of people feeding us forecast couldn’t hold a candle to them. Who will be the first on Tuesday to admit how much they blew it? Don’t hold your breath. But they’ll certainly be fast to accept any promotion. Just try to keep your job with a losing performance.

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