Opinion: Radar from the ‘bones’
Published 05/26/2010, Republic columnist
Neither of my parents had any formal training as weather spotters, but each could read an approaching storm through smell, sounds and a feeling in the bones.
Back on the farm, being a self-taught meteorologist was as critically important as knowing how to pull a calf or can a crop of beans. Where we lived, WNAX in Yankton provided most of the weather reports. They did a fine job, an essential job, since they were the one source we could reach most days. They weren’t up to the minute, though.