Is that anything like Four More Years? No?
No.
I was awake very early this morning, chatting with a friend on the phone. Long story. Long call. Thirty seconds after I hung up, the phone rang again.
“Quick! TV! Phil!”
Took a second. More like ten, actually.
Punxsutawney Phil.
The Groundhog.
The Prognosticating Proclaimer.
The Source of All Things Meteorological on February 2nd.
It was time.
I turned on the television … just in time to see the local TV station cut away to a commercial right as they were going to pull him out.
Gotta love the local coverage.
Did I mention that I live a short drive from Punxsy?
At any rate, the weather-beaten weasel warranted six more weeks of winter weather.
Insert boos and hisses here. Or applause if you are a winter fan, I suppose.
And oddly enough, a funny thing happened. Out here. On this blog.
For the last day or three, there has been a smattering of hits on the old story I wrote about Groundhogs Day … or more specifically about the town.
In an homage to The Bridges of Madison County I had written The Groundhogs of Jefferson County. Great fun to write.
Not surprisingly, they have lots of groundhog “stuff” up there. Perhaps surprisingly, the Groundhogs are six feet tall … all thirty-two of them.
But the strangest thing happened. Right after the Six More Weeks of Winter prediction was pronounced.
I started getting hits like mad … on another old blog post out here … this one.
Kill The Groundhog ! Kill The Groundhog !
Guess there aren’t too many winter lovers out there today.
Happy Holly Project 