Windchill, shmind chill. Stop monkeying around, and let weather be weather.
With winter behind us and summer ahead, I'd like to take this pause in the seasons to request that the people in charge of the nation's climate stop monkeying around with the weather.

For the record, I haven't heard anything definitive about summer. It might be OK. I don't know. But I'm betting that the Weather Mess-Arounders will get around to it, if not this summer, some summer soon.

Why? Because they've already messed around with cold, and these people are not the type to leave well enough alone.

We're talking here about researchers at the National Laboratory for Nothing Better To Do. These are not people who get paid to sit on their hands, like corporate executives. No, these are people who get paid to do something. One of the things they did recently was change the windchill factor.

Having assiduously studied the issue and concluded that the windchill factor was something nobody cared about, they worked round-the-clock to develop a new way to calculate how cold we feel when it's too cold to feel much of anything.

Introduced at the start of last winter, the average difference is 15 degrees warmer under the new method. That explains why, despite epic snowfall in Buffalo, once-in-a-lifetime blizzards throughout the South, and general wintertime mayhem, you felt so much warmer this past winter than in winters past. You did feel warmer, right?

Before going further, I should point out in the interest of full disclosure that the windchill factor has long been one of my top pet peeves. I rank it just below drivers who go too slow in the left-hand lane, which gives you a pretty good idea of how much I'm rankled by it. It rankles me, and I would not say that rankle is too strong a word, because it is science at its most presumptuous. Weatherman: Oooooh, it's a balmy 26 degrees out there. (Yuk, yuk.) But bundle up because the windchill says it feels like, brrrr, 3 degrees.