There’s so much history here in the Nexus office. I look up on the wall and see a picture of my first editor. I remember showing up on a Sunday afternoon to type my first story, scared as hell. I was no more than two sentences into it when she dragged me out of the office to the Study Hall.

That’s a tradition, and I’ve carried it on. Now it’s time for me to uphold another one. Today, the weatherhuman officially declares its candidacy for A.S. President. When I’m through, there will be coke in the drinking fountains.

Wednesday’s forecast: In 1970, Hunter S. Thompson finished third in the race for sheriff in Aspen, Colo. We can do better than that. Cast a write-in vote for the ‘human on 4/20.