Glenn Burns Biography
Glenn Burns born as Glenn N. Burns is the chief meteorologist at WSB-TV in Atlanta, Georgia. He is also an AMS certified meteorologist and appearing on the 4, 6 and 11 p.m. newscasts from Monday to Friday. He was the host of the weekly Mega Millions of lottery drawings, based in Atlanta.
Glenn Burns Age
Burns was born on 21 July 1952 in an unknown city in the United States. He will be turning 67 as of 2019
Glenn Burns Family | Glenn Burns Wife
Burns is a married man. He is married to Susan Burns and the couple lives in Marietta. They work for many area charities including the March of Dimes, The Center for Family Resources, Boys and Girls Clubs of Metro Atlanta, and the Starlight Foundation. He likes fishing, hiking, and astronomy at his free time with his family.
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He started working for WSVN-TV in Miami, Florida at the age of 14. He studied and received a journalism degree from the University of Florida. He then interned at the National Hurricane Center working for Drs. Neil Frank and Joseph Pelletier. He became chief meteorologist at WPTV-TV in West Palm Beach, Florida.
He has received many awards for his work in meteorology from the United States Coast Guard, the American Red Cross, and Civil defense, Best of Cobb Magazine, the Associated Press, Best of Atlanta Magazine, and Best of Gwinnett Magazine.
After three years in Florida, he went to the University of Minnesota for his postgraduate work in astrophysics at the time he was a chief meteorologist for WTCN-TV in Minneapolis, Minnesota. He received numerous awards, including a Minnesota Teacher’s Award for his work in weather education at that time. In 1981, he joined WSB-TV.
Glenn Burns Salary | Glenn Burns Net Worth
Burns has been a chief meteorologist at WSB-TV in Atlanta, Georgia for over thirty years. He is earning a big salary. His net worth is still underestimation and will soon be updated.
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ATLANTA – When I first began my meteorology career, I saved a man’s life. My first job was in Palm Beach, Florida. It was a beautiful station located on the Intracoastal Waterway. One cold February night, a little boy ran into the front lobby screaming that his dad fell off the seawall and never came up. I immediately ran outside and looked for bubbles in the water. I saw none but the boy pointed to where he fell in.
The water was about 65 degrees. It was a pitch black night and the water was about 30 feet deep. I threw off my jacket and dove in. I made two dives to the bottom but could not locate him. On the third dive, my foot kicked something. I grabbed the man’s shirt and swam up to the surface.
Gasping for breath I pulled the man up to the top. By that time everyone else was outside the station watching me and they grabbed him by the arms and pulled him up. I was the only one who knew CPR and after a struggle, he jolted back to life, spewing water everywhere. Then the paramedics arrived and three days later, he left the hospital and came to the station to thank me with his son.
I am camera shy. I never smiled when my picture was taken as a child. I am still very shy.
In High School, I was a sprinter. I also ran the high hurdles (because no one else on the track team would).
Brad Nitz and I grew up in Florida and surfed the same beaches. That beach is now called “The Shark Bite Capitol of the World.”
I love fishing. I enjoy seeing friends, like Dr. Oz, catch the “big one”.
I once saw something extremely strange while fishing out in the Bermuda Triangle…very strange. It was a beautiful, clear and calm June morning as I left the Palm Beach Inlet. By 7 a.m. the sun was just rising. I was 18 miles offshore in about 600 feet of water. I put the outriggers out and began to troll around. After about a half hour I saw the water churning about a quarter of a mile away.
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The churning water was about the size of a football field. I thought it was a huge school of fish so I motored the boat toward the churning water. The ocean was like glass, except for this area. As I got closer I saw that it was not a school of fish, just waves about 2-3 feet high, surrounded by flat calm water.
As I got within a few feet of the waves something shot up my spine and knocked my head back. It happened in a split second. As I looked back down to the console I now saw the port gas tank gauge was now working. It was not when I left the dock. I looked at my GPS and my GPS track was completely gone. When I looked toward shore, I recognized the landmarks but I was apparently 2 miles north of where I thought I was.
There were no more waves and the ocean was again dead calm. I asked a friend at Autec sub base if it might have been a submarine but he said a sub would not be in 600 feet of water and there were no subs in the area at the time I reported this event. A few minutes later, my port gas gauge went back to not working and my GPS track resumed as normal. To this day, I have no idea what it was or what happened to me.
If I were not a meteorologist I would be in the space program. One of my best friends is Col. Alfred M. Worden, Apollo 15 Lunar Module Pilot.