“I’m here with more live coverage of Winter Storm Argh,” Biff Buffley said.

“That’s not its name,” Tammy said in the control room.

“It is now,” Biff insisted over the splish-splursh from his boots. (More)

Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.

Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Let There Be Light and Ballot Ballet. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….


Note: Today’s characters previously appeared in Winter Storm Snicker, Shutdown Storm Gooper, Winter Storm BeeBee, F-f-frigid-d-d, and Severe Chocolate Event.


“He doesn’t look happy,” Melinda said as she pointed one leg straight up, the other curled beneath her butt, and pressed her hips upward.

Nora watched Melinda and winced. “Neither do you, honey.”

“Oh, I like doing this,” Melinda said. “Yoga feels good.”

“That’s yoga?” Nora asked, munching on a bowl of popcorn. “You look like you’re trying to imitate a pretzel.”


“It’s Winter Storm Aloutte,” Craig the cameraman said, relaying Tammy’s words from the control room. “We named it so we could have theme music, remember?”

“I got yer theme music right here,” Biff replied, pointing his microphone down at his sodden boots. Splish-splursh-splish-splursh “That’s what six inches of ‘wintry mix’ sounds like.”


“At least he’s not freezing this time,” Nora said.

“Except for his feet,” Melinda noted. “Maybe we should take him dry socks.”

Nora paused for another mouthful of popcorn. “Good idea. It would be nice to be studio guests on the Weather Network again. I’ll grab my coat.”

“Be there in a minute,” Melinda said. “Just as soon as I untangle myself.”


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