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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.

How ya enjoying this "nice" weather?

The other night I was outside grilling pork chops. Some dog-walking neighbors passed by wearing what appeared to be parkas.

We exchanged the obligatory jokes about the less than balmy weather.

The average high temperature for this time of year is 74 degrees. We may not hit 74 until Independence Day.

In the not to distant past, I have read on  the word, “nice” to describe this sudden onslaught of global warming.

Not to be outdone, local TV anchors in their non-scripted chat with the weather folks have also borrowed the term, “nice” as a lead-in to the 4-minute weather presentation where the actual forecast takes 15 seconds (The more the weather guy rambles on and on and on and on, the less time for the good stuff, like sports).

Apparently, the weather guys and the non-confrontational TV anchors who never give the meteorologists static pull out the over-used adjective, “nice,” whenever the sun is out.

For example, “Wasn’t it a nice day today, Mr. Isobar?” 

“Oh, yes (insert anchor person’s name here), you’re so right. It was very, very nice.”

You betcha the sun was out, but it was 55 degrees. In June. When the rest of the country is wearing shorts and bikinis.

Sorry, but that just ain’t “nice.” Please, weather people. Have some guts. Tell the God’s honest truth. When it’s 20 degrees below normal, go on the frickin’ airwaves and say, “I don’t know about you, folks, but this is depressing. I’d really love it to warm up around here, wouldn’t you?”

Your inbox would be flooded with e-mails commending you for your candid honesty.

When the thermometer hits 54 in January, it’s “nice”, real “nice.” Not at noon on June 2nd.

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