Were he still alive, my brother would be watching the weather and, likely, sending e-mail or calling to get reports. Even though he was settled in Santa Monica, he lived here vicariously, keeping up with not just the weather but also the news and (of course) sports.
For Charlottesville-Albemarle, this was the warning statement as of about 6 AM Friday:
Winter Storm Warning Hazardous Weather Outlook
Today: A chance of snow after 3pm. Cloudy, with a high near 37. Calm wind becoming east around 5 mph. Chance of precipitation is 40%. Total daytime snow accumulation of less than a half inch possible.
Tonight: Snow. Low around 27. Calm wind becoming north between 8 and 11 mph. Chance of precipitation is 100%. New snow accumulation of 4 to 8 inches possible.
Saturday: Snow. High near 31. North wind between 11 and 15 mph. Chance of precipitation is 100%. New snow accumulation of 5 to 9 inches possible.
Saturday Night: Snow likely, mainly before 1am. Cloudy, with a low around 27. North wind between 7 and 9 mph. Chance of precipitation is 70%.
When we had lots of rain, Bill would monitor the levels of water flow on the Rivanna and Hardware Rivers. He’d want to know if I’d happened to take a trip by Palmyra to examine the water levels at the (now replaced) bridge there, perhaps dropping a comment about where the gauges are located. He’d ask if the springs on Tom Mountain were flowing, and then muse about how long or how many storms it would take before the ground water levels would rise enough to force rarer springs to flow.
With this impending weather event, we might not get a call until Saturday in the late AM. If Bill called, it would like be from his office on Wilshire in Los Angeles. His end of the conversation would sometimes have the sounds of keystrokes and mouse clicks in the background. On occasion, when I finished a sentence on my end of the conversation and stopped speaking, the background sounds would continue and then, in a sudden burst, Bill would begin speaking again, observing about something or asking a question about a new topic.
With this event, I might get to break out the snowshoes in the city! If I did and reported this to Bill, he’d likely ask where I went, what I saw, etc. Regardless of whether I go snowshoeing, I’ll remember my brother’s inquiries about the weather here, with a mixture of happy memories and sadness that he won’t be calling this time.