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Verona Has Lucked Out

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Photo by  Jonathan Mast  on  Unsplash The outcome wasn’t certain for the Essex town that day. The clock read ten to eight with just ten minutes left to pray. West Caldwell cancelled school  first, and then others did the same. Silence fell upon the town where Anthony Fasano rose to fame. A mirthless few got up to shower, resignedly. The rest Clung to the hope that springs eternal in the human breast. They thought,  “The forecast! If only the boss could get a look at that. It would surely be a snow day for teachers and their cats!” Then from the teachers’ throats there rose a frantic yell. It roared down Forest Ave; it  cast a magic spell. It pounded down to Brookdale, and though things had seemed bleak, The weatherman! The mighty weatherman was about to speak. There was ease in the weatherman’s manner, as he stepped into his place, No shame from last year’s forecasts found upon his face. And when grinning at ...