Webner House readers of a certain age will recall the TV game show Password. Hosted by Allen Ludden, the show featured contestants teamed with celebrities — one of whom always seemed to be Ludden’s wife, Betty White — who then had to get their teammates to say the “password” without saying the word itself. The password always was disclosed to the TV audience by the breathlessly whispered phrase: “The password is . . . .”
From my vantage point in one of the office buildings in Cleveland, I look out over partially frozen Lake Erie to the power plant in the distance, with condensation and smoke billowing from the smokestack, pushed by a stiff breeze and starkly visible against the cloudy gray sky, and I think: “The password is . . . tundra.” Or: “The password is . . . frigid.” Or: “The password is [insert your choice of word depicting deep, bone-chilling cold].”
Here, too, in Pittsburgh. That looks pretty ominous…. 🙂
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