Chief Meteorologist Mark Johnson, Denver Needs You.

Over here in Cleveland, you have trained us in the proper behavior for stormy weather.  You cut into General Hospital and bombard us with Doppler Radar views and weather maps, zeroing in on actual streets that are in the path of a storm.  You have instructed us to contact our friends and family members who may be engaged in outside activities and not watching TV.  You have instructed us to cancel school or other activities, to stay home and off the streets, and to go to our safe place.  And we have learned well.  I can’t tell you how many people have told me that they spent the evening in their basements a few weeks ago when we followed the approach of severe weather with you from Toledo to the Pennsylvania State Line.

We were in Denver last week.  They were having severe weather.  Sky was black and very scary.  I got a weather warning on my iPhone and we were surrounded by tornado sirens.  Kind of scary to an Ohioan.  But my granddaughters announced that they were going for manicures and did I want to go too. We went and the storm blew on by.

Next day we were driving into Denver to the graduation ceremony.  Sky again looked bad and the tornado sirens were wailing.  Grandson called and told us that the weather at the auditorium was terrible and the cops were directing people to park as quickly as possible and get into the building.  Despite that, the highway was bumper to bumper with people heading into the storm.

Obviously, Mark Johnson, they need your firm hand.  I should know.  A couple months ago I ignored your warnings and totaled my car.