Jym Ganahl He Knows It All

I love the snow and beautiful blue skies, gentle rain and thunderstorms, winds that blow the fall leaves, leaving a gold carpet up to my knees. I don't like duratio winds, or tornados that suddenly blow in, earthquakes that take down walls, or warm fronts that stall. When flood warnings are posted, I always wish I had a boat, the threats are real, I really hope I float. Mud slides are wild, I'm glad that in Ohio, they aren't that common, but I loved making mud pies as a child. Ice storms leave a beautiful scene, the icicles hanging like daggers, salt trucks are loaded just in case, getting it all organized is a race. A beautiful blue moon, that we see above, all the things we've learned, everyday at noon. The weather man that taught us all, no matter the conditions, the one accurate reporter, his name is Jym Ganahl. I hope he enjoys his retirement, for many years to come, we will often think of him, when we can't find the sun.