Bluedog and the Weather Woodie

I managed to escape yesterday's crazy weather chase by erecting a shelter of soft news to hide in, but my in-house colleague Bluedog Photog (pictured here tracking Hurricane Isabel a few years back) led the pursuit. While he and partner Brent Campbell didn't spot any funnel clouds, they did get sucked up into the swirling vortex that is a station-led weathergasm. Having run that particular gauntlet myself a time or ten, I find I greatly prefer reading a chronicle such as this, than eating all that sideways rain myself. Not that I've missed my chance: Hurricane season is just getting cranked up and it's only a matter of time before I join Bluedog in the insufferable hunt. Until then, I'll be under my desk in the newsroom, stockpiling canned foods and cruising my laptop. Remember, you never saw me...