We’re Not Happy When It Rains
When it comes to weather in New England, we generally follow the “at least it’s not snowing” school of thought. We can handle the heat. The humidity, we can live with. Even the occasional rainy summer weekend is fine.
But lately, our umbrellas have been getting more use than our sunglasses, and it’s slowly starting to wear us down. Every day, right around lunch or quitting time, we get caught in a sudden deluge.
Do we blame global warming? A persistent cold front? WBZ meteorologist Ken Barlow tells us to blame Canada.
When it comes to weather in New England, we generally follow the “at least it’s not snowing” school of thought. We can handle the heat. The humidity, we can live with. Even the occasional rainy summer weekend is fine.
But lately, our umbrellas have been getting more use than our sunglasses, and it’s slowly starting to wear us down. Every day, right around lunch or quitting time, we get caught in a sudden deluge.
Do we blame global warming? A persistent cold front? WBZ meteorologist Ken Barlow tells us to blame Canada.

When heading out for a nice lunchtime stroll, always bring your umbrella. Otherwise, you’ll find yourself taking the train one stop from Prudential to Symphony to avoid both the deluge and possible lightning strike (on second thought, maybe the umbrella doesn’t help so much with the latter).
So I’d really like it if everyone could stop whining about the heat.
At long last, Patriot’s Day is nearly here. After dealing with
Instead, we saw this.
Nothing takes the fun out of your Friday evening like a snowy commute. At least one branch of the MBTA is bound to have complications, and when you get home to grab your car and drive to dinner, it may not be there.
I have been a big fan of Pete Bouchard since Channel 7’s chief meteorologist was the aptly-named Todd Gross. My love for Bouchard started by reading his “weather blog” on the station’s website. Any guy who can work references to classic rock or obscure movies into a weather forecast is a man to be admired.
If you’re anything like us, you’ve been having fantasies about the times when you didn’t need a coat and two pairs of socks to venture outside your home. You long for the days when you could lesiurely sip a frozen libation wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
Winter in New England always tests the limits of the social contract. Whether it’s a neighbor blowing snow into your yard, or a crazy bastard guarding a parking spot with folding chairs and recycling bins, the inconsiderate behavior of others is magnified by the bad weather.
After a weekend of drinking celebratory beers, we here at Boston Daily decided to brave the elements and head to the gym as our penance. We expected to get stuck in a snowbank and be 





