It took Tom longer than it should have to realize that the guy on the screen wasn’t a meteorologist and the map wasn’t a weather map. The guy was Johnny Lessee, the talk show star, and the map was of the Federal District. Lessee was doing his Comp Army Forecast routine again. Tom was annoyed. The long, drawn-out joke on which way the wind was blowing had gotten old in its first week of July when the first marchers, not yet an army, had arrived in Washington. But for some reason Lessee was clinging to the shtick, dragging the undead routine through July and into August. Tom wondered if Lessee’s writers were among the marchers, leaving the star short of material.