Snowbody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen

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Sometimes, a liveshot goes so right until it goes so wrong.

In my three years in Charlottesville, I’ve covered two hurricanes, a derecho, a microburst, a few heat waves and an earthquake.

(Yes, I had to look up some of those words, too.)

All of that prepared me for the most complicated weather coverage yet: snow.

When I first moved to Charlottesville, there was about a foot and a half of snow on the ground. Then, two more systems over the next month dumped an additional 18 inches each. Since then, relatively nothing.

I had to shovel my four-wheel drive SUV out of my parking lot and got to work around 7:30 a.m. on the morning of the snow. By this point, about 6 to 8 inches had fallen.

I got to work to discover the phone lines at the station were down. That meant reporters in the field (as I was supposed to be) had no official contact back at the station, namely to the anchor desk to hear the anchors toss to the field.

What to do? Improvise.

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