8th grade.  Pink hot pants.  A paisley tie-front top with bell sleeves. And a wad of gum.  The character was “Weather Girl” in a Catholic Grade School sketch.  Talk about dichotomy.  

As a big-haired, gum chewing meteorologist, I shared the temperature highs and lows while I painted my nails.  And when I ultimately pointed to the cold front coming from the northwest, my nails stuck to the map.  Comic genius.  And probably a total rip-off from Carol Burnett whose show was appointment television on Saturday nights.

“Weather Girl” stands out in my memory because I received an audible reaction