When those words came out of Don Kent’s mouth, you knew two things: the weather was really bad, and you had been freed by the voice of The Weather God.
He was 92 when he died early yesterday morning in New Hampshire. And I was 9 again as I read his obituary. Every day started on Channel 4 with Don Kent’s forecast. You didn’t ask what the forecast was, you asked, “What did Don Kent say?”
How times have changed. A regular reader of this blog dropped me a note to pass along the sad news. I immediately walked across the room to share the news with a colleague, another Boston boy. Because if Don Kent had made an impression on me growing up, he had certainly made an impression on my friend.
Brad Field and I shared a moment to reminisce. This was, after all, a death in the family.