Brad's Blog: I hope every hurricane is like Earl

By Brad Kessie – bio | email

BOSTON, MA (WLOX) – It's Saturday morning.  My hotel in the heart of downtown Boston still has power.  Its windows aren't shattered.  And out the window, the streets look dry.

Hurricane Earl came and went.  It reminded me of my first gulf coast storm threat.  Back in September, 1988, Hurricane Florence was making a bee line toward South Mississippi.  But it fizzled before reaching our shores.  I remember saying to my boss, Dave Vincent, I lived through worse storms in the Midwest (I was quite naive back then).

Time to get off the way back machine and return to 2010.

Earl reached New England on Friday night.  By the time it got here, it lost much of its punch.  Forecasters downgraded it to a tropical storm.

My friends from St. Louis and Kansas City questioned why it wasn't called a brief shower, because it never really rained (boy that sounded familiar).  For a few seconds, the heavens opened up, but only for a few seconds.  And the wind never blew.  THANK GOODNESS!

As I'm typing this, my WLOX 24/7 Weather Wizard personal forecast showed up in my Blackberry.  I think my friends in South Mississippi will get more rain today than Boston did during its latest tropical episode.

Do you get the personal forecast?  You should.  Go to and sign up for it. (Sorry for that quick aside.  But I'm the news director.  I'm in management.  I have to take every opportunity to remind you about all of our news and weather resources.)

We watched Boston TV stations cover the mighty hurricane of 2010.  They had crews out in Nantucket, Hyannis, Martha's Vineyard and Cape Cod.  These vacation spots all line the Atlantic Ocean.  If Earl was going to do any damage, it would be there.

The veteran reporters all said the same thing.  A storm was spinning north.  But nobody seemed that worried.  Yes, waves crashed along the beaches.  But, they weren't that impressive.  And much to my surprise, most people left their boats in the water, and their windows uncovered.  One reporter admitted he went out on assignment Friday worried that this would be the scariest story he ever covered.  But it became a dud.

He should hope every storm becomes an Earl.

Because I was once an intrepid reporter, I felt the need to spend my Friday asking Bostonians about Hurricane Earl.  And much to my amazement, they all said the same thing.

The Budget shuttle bus driver told us his customers mentioned the storm, hoping it wouldn't ruin their Labor Day vacations.  A cab driver named Agnus asked, "What hurricane?"  Our waitress Laura laughed it off.

I kept warning people that a hurricane can be vicious.  They looked at me like I was nuts.

My friend Randy said I should be like Paul Revere.  I should jump on a horse and ride through the city, letting Boston know, "Earl was coming, Earl was coming."  Of course, he made that suggestion as we stood in front of the Paul Revere statue, moments after we visited Paul Revere's Boston home.  Was he caught up in the moment, or just making fun of me?

If you read my blog on Friday, you know I mentioned the term providence.  I'm happy to say that providence shined on Boston this weekend, and on us.  Consequently, the men from Ol Mizzou can continue on with their annual summer get together (I think this is year 15).

We're off to Harvard, the JFK Library, and Fenway Park to watch the Red Sox and the White Sox.  And the weather won't be a problem.

On Sunday, I head home.  And I can't wait to get there.

I'll see you Monday, when Karen Abernathy and I host the Jerry Lewis Muscular Dystrophy telethon on WLOX.

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