Meet our very own Punxsutawney Phil.
My kids know all about Groundhog Day. It's almost as exciting as, well I won't say Christmas, but Easter at least for them, thanks to school.
When I was a kid, (now you know you're getting old when you find yourself starting lots of stories with that phrase. As I have been. Lots.) I didn't really know much about Feb. 2 let alone the tradition of a poor fat rodent dragged out of his peaceful slumber to be faced with brazen band music and numerous humans cheering and stuffing their faces.
No wonder he runs away.
Does that mean he's seen his shadow? And does that mean six more weeks of winter or is it the opposite? It seems to me that if he sees his shadow, the sun must be out and therefore spring is on it's way.
But I think it's the other way around. Oh, what difference does it make? We all know no matter what that chunky rat does we're doomed for at least 3 more months of snow.
Let the poor thing sleep. But count me in on one of those famous Punxsutawney sandwiches they serve up for the occasion.