In honor of New England’s Never-Ending Winter from Hell, today’s want covers the foibles of predicting the weather in the 1870s.
A few years ago I read somewhere that predicting the weather was once seen as a form of magic. This really baked my noodle—Willard Scott? A magician? But of course, before the modern era of science and technology our (reasonably) accurate ten-day forecast was unthinkable; instead weather was the realm of anecdote and observation. Which, it seems, is where cats’ toilet habits came into the equation.
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If we took the Deloreon 139 years into the future, I wonder what everyday things would seem like magic to us?