Flavor Lineups On The Weather Star Jr
| Flavor | Added | Length
(Minutes and Seconds) |
Segments Featured | Discontinued |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| D | 1993 | 1:00 | Latest Observations, Almanac or Tides, 36 Hour Forecast, Regional Conditions | |
| E | 1993 | 1:00 | 36 Hour Forecast, Extended Forecast, (Air Quality), Latest Observations | |
| H | 1993 | 1:00 | 36 Hour Forecast, Regional Forecast, Almanac or Tides, Latest Observations | 1995 |
| J/LL | 1993 | 3:00 | Current Conditions, Latest Observations, Regional Conditions, 36 Hour Forecast, Almanac or Tides, Regional Forecast, Travel Cities Forecast, Extended Forecast, (Air Quality), | 1997 |
| K | 1993 | 1:30 | Current Conditions, Almanac or Tides, Regional Forecast, 36 Hour Forecast, Extended Forecast, (Air Quality), Latest Observations | |
| L | 1993 | 2:00 | Current Conditions, Latest Observations, Regional Conditions, Regional Forecast, Almanac or Tides, 36 Hour Forecast, Extended Forecast, (Air Quality) | |
| M | 1993 | 2:00 | Current Conditions, 36 Hour Forecast, Extended Forecast, (Air Quality), Travel Cities Forecast |
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