I don't really have any fresh commentary to accompany this archival shot, just the nagging sensation I've never really showcased it before. It was Hurricane Isabel and if memory serves me correctly Shannon Smith and I were on Live Shot number 4,362 when someone snapped this shot. Ahhh yes, I recall granola bars, lateral precip and a pier-side clutch of leathery locals. Of course Shannon and I would re-team years later to wade neck-deep into the swirling maelstrom that is the American Idol star-making process - an experience just a tad less stressful than dodging flying sheet-metal. These days Idol is the limpest of events and memories of our last hurricane are as crinkled and weathered as those 8 by 10 glossies Clay Aiken's Mom used to hand out. Come to think of it - I don't know which assignment is more perilous. Hurricane Smotherage features flash flooding, biblical winds and airborne shrapnel. American Idol however is rife with delusional wannabes, entertainment reporters and no small amount of body glitter. At least with hurricanes, there's no preeening blowhard in a muscle shirt trying to act all bad-ass...
That is until those prima donnas from The Weather Channel show up.
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I love it when you show that clip. Can we see the run away truck clip now. Can we? Can we?
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