A ritual, a record of all the rain
The record is in the feed store, hanging on the back of a post, in back of the counter.
It's dark brown, like the color of thick gravy, and has been there for 69 years, grease-pencil boxes marking the months, across, and the years, down. It's hanging there, unobtrusive, a ritualistic record of all the rain that's fallen on this town.
Willis Swint, a quiet man with a white mustache twisted up into handlebars, keeps this record every day. Each morning, he measures the precipitation and he checks the temperature. He does it at the same time, at 8 a.m., exactly, every day, like it's always been done. He calls it in to the National Weather Service, as he's been doing since he graduated from college, and as his father did before him.
Then, as regular as a priest in prayer, he marks the data down on the chart on the back of the wooden post.
Read the full story @ the Clayton News Daily: Keeping the weather record