Climate experts believe that time began in 1979, because earlier years have been determined to be highly toxic to funding.
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This was a funny Public Service Announcement on the order of “never trust anybody over 30.” So, 1979 was the year that time began.
I graduated high school in 1979.
So my wife’s ascertation that I’m older than dirt is actually true.
I turned 14 in 1979…and after studying weather, geology and paleontology for most of the previous seven years, with the idea of pursuing one of those after high school, I got hooked on computers and started that, 3 yrs later after graduating (yeah, graduated at 17). Most of the way through that, I got involved in recording studio work and decided I’d rather have a life outside of classes…other than homework and ditched the last math class I needed for my major and took a major in broadcasting, wiith a minor in math and electronics. I probably should have stuck with my first choice of one of the ‘earth sciences’. Then I could have tapped into the grant gravy train…
My kids have been telling me that for 30 years. I only have you by 5 years.
Got to correct myself.
Make that assertation.
Reblogged this on the WeatherAction Blog.
Anybody living in the eastern 2/3 of the country will remember how brutal those 3 winters were from1977 to 1979. Just about as bad as last winter, but 3 in a row.
Let’s put it this way…I was happy. I didn’t have to walk to school during the worst of it…my school was closed. The steam pipes for heating the building burst…no heat = no school.
I wasn’t happy. I had to drive to work and south of Rochester NY (the southern tier) got plastered.
I took to carrying survival supplies including X-country skis.
You are lucky you didn’t live in Chicago. Walking a mile in minus 55 wind chill was nasty.
Mohatdebos, I went to college just south of Chicago and had to walk from the dorms to classes (about a mile).
I finally gave up and bought a down parka. Best purchase I ever made. Rochester NY area was my second job after a year in South Carolina. The transition was brutal.
I lived in NE PA at the time…and you could go out in the morning and spit on the sidewalk…or I should say attempt to spit on the sidewalk and listen to it crackle before it hit the ground.
Our home thermometer went to 60 below…and it bottomed out a couple of times.
I am going to out cold all of you. I had a total active and military reserve time of 29yrs. It began with a friendly letter that said “Greetings” from the U.S. Government in 1968 while doing graduate work. At that time they did not send us anyplace cold, well kinda cool and so very wet.
Being from Minnesota I got into a cold weather unit. I had great training in Alaska, on a combination cross country /down hill ski
But going for several weeks on end with nothing but snow caves (Fort Wainright by Fairbanks) in windchills sometimes below 100 degrees F is something else.
Frostbite on exposed skin in less than a minute if you do not look out. — and working extremely hard just to get H2O in the liquid form. Even relieving oneself is an experience.
and because of Alaska rules and permafrost, nothing and I mean nothing is left in the woods, even though there are moose nuggets all over the place.
From Barrow Alaska to Dumbas Norway to the Rockies, Green, and White Mountains, to the alps. Lived outside for days or weeks at a time at all of them in the dead of the winter. But you know. Plain old cold is manageable if you have the proper food and equipment and training.
As far as I’m concerned the most dangerous cold weather in the world for those stuck outside anywhere is when it rains during the day and then turns to freezing rain as the sun goes down and then goes to subfreezing temps. Being cold can be miserable, but being wet and cold is just plain life threatening.
And for one guy in my Battalion is was deadly in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Found him in a stream where he had apparently tried to cross over a log and fell. The shoulder strap on the ruck caught on a branch of the tree he was trying to cross over on. He was so hypodermic apparently that he forgot that he could have released that strap on his ALICE pack by simply pulling the quick release. The water in the stream was moving very fast and the spray formed a dome of ice over his head and shoulders that were above the water. That is the way he was found. There happened to be one of the worlds experts on bringing the hypodermic back to life within 30 miles. He did his best and actually got a flutter of a heart beat after working on him for nearly 3 hours, but he didn’t make it.
For those that ever have to deal with a situation like that never ever forget. A body isn’t dead until it’s warm and dead and that goes double if they are a child.
Hypothermic not Hypdermic.
Lowest annual temperatures in Milwaukee since 1870
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Being born in 1938, that puts me at 76 years old now. I clearly remember the intense Pacific storms that used to hit Southern California back int he 1940’s. My dad used to take me down to Venice and Santa Monica to watch the huge storm waves. Also, as a kid, I lived in Santa Barbara for a few years. My brother and I used to go hunting on a flat-topped hill known as “The Mesa.” It was about 400 feet above sea level … and about three miles from the ocean. While exploring on top of the Mesa, we found countless small sea animal fossils and plenty of small clam shells. Did the Chumash Indians haul all of that stuff up there? Nope, at one time that Mesa was under water. In fact, at one time the coast off of Santa Barbara was connected to the Channel Islands. Throughout time, the water has ebbed and flowed … all long before the invention of the internal combustion engine, let alone SUV’s.