l remember once...imagining what my life would be like,what l'd be like. l pictured having all these qualities.Strong, positive qualities...that people could pick up on from across a room. But as time passed...few ever became any qualities l actually had. And all the possibilities l faced,and the sorts of people l could be...all of them got reduced every year to fewer and fewer... until finally they got reduced to one...to who l am. And that's who l am...the weatherman.