it's raining here. people in l.a. don't own umbrellas. i guess we figure that, since it hardly ever rains, by the time we'd get around to buying one, it'd be unnecessary again for a long while. it's so ridiculous, though, to see the weatherman standing outside in the pouring rain without one, and not even with a hood on his head, just getting drenched. "i'm fritz coleman," he says, and i'm too busy chuckling and wondering if he trotted out a special, waterproof mic to listen to his forecast, which is probably like all the others on rainy days: a big production. i'm sure he, as always, was getting soaked to make a point - that, finally, he has a purpose on the los angeles local news .