Dear Weather Radar,

You are the bane of my existence. 

The ONE night a HUGE storm system barrels across the plains, headed straight for Chicago, you are "down for maintenance." For as much as I once loved you, I now curse you. How dare you deprive me the joy of monitoring cloud front progression or analyzing lightning activity?!? In my hour of need, you have abandoned me, Weather Radar. It's over between us.

Don't bother calling. Nothing you can do or say will make me forgive this grievous injury. I've moved on...to Brook's portable Weather Tracker.