Ken Frantz

Time flies when you're having fun, or at least when you're a National Weather Service reporting station. For the past number of years, the daily routine has included recording highs and lows of the previous weather day, precipitation amounts, wind velocit... See more

I was running behind schedule during a busy week that was quickly getting out of control. A seven-hour drive remained to get home only to face an additional twelve hours of daunting schedule before there would be another break. My mind was full of have-to... See more

The shuttle bus to Denver International Airport's satellite parking was full, a dozen or so travelers nearing the end of various journeys, their thoughts focused on where they had been or where they were going. Travel weariness had dulled the senses, the ... See more

The chainsaw hadn’t been touched but once or twice since the Dailey tornado, now several years past. The bar was embarrassingly corroded but was at least more recognizable than the chain that clung to it, securely bound in place by a combination of rust f... See more

Three hours and two supercells from home, a decision had to be made; wait out the ominous skies in my path for an hour or two, or press onward in hopes of side-stepping the worst of the weather with the goal of arriving home before dark. I will acknowledg... See more