Doing some research for a proposal today, I came across a freshman seminar, to be taught this fall by one of the college's venerable historians, called "1989: The Year of Your Birth in History." I scoffed. 1989? The year of whose birth? Then I did the calculation and holy crap of course it's right. I remember 1989 primarily as the year I couldn't see Spike Lee's Do the Right Thing because no way no how was that going to play at a theater in the lily-white Copper Country. I made do by listening to Public Enemy's "Fight the Power," which starts, "1989 the number - another summer (get down)/Sound of the funky drummer/Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got soul." 

Forecast: Significant blowing and drifting, with the possibility of heavy accumulation in rural areas.