Why am I a Weather Freak?

We all know 1 person (If you know me and Suzie, you know 2!) that has an unexplainable fascination with weather. Sometimes it is repressed but peaks out in the form with frequent viewing of the Weather Channel, having some type of weather device in the system tray of his or her PC, or just simply always being able to spout off the 5 day forecast. I am not sure why I am a weather freak, but I come from a line of them. My tiny little 4'10" Grammy Grover was the first weather freak I knew. She could tell wonderful stories about Hurricanes Hazel and Agnes. She knew how to be prepared for nearly any emergency. As a little girl, I was so excited to receive a tiny little oil lamp from her that could be used in a power outage. Though it is damaged, I still have the lamp. My dad was the second weather freak I knew. He knew the forecast for all of the areas where his children lived. I remember when we moved into our new house, he ceased the advantage of a the remnants of a tropical storm, and was found out in the elements seeding our new lawn. As a volunteer fireman and former first responder, he also was quick to help in weather emergencies. During his last political campaign a letter to the editor of the editor was written commending my dad for being out in the road after a storm, directing people away form an area that had suffered a flash flood. My brother Scott also is a weather enthusiast. When he took a job downstate NY, he brought one of his walkie talkies with him because it had a weather band. So, although my fascination with weather is unexplainable and odd to people who are not into the weather, at least you can it is natural for me to have become a weather freak. So bear with me if you see me tune to the Weather Channel or my posts seem enthralled with storm action.