Groundhog Day
Thanks for nothing, Punxsutawney Phil. I take that back. I'm grateful, even for winter.
I don't know how many winters I have left. I hope for many, and so it seems only right that I try to find at least one reason to be glad each day is here.
Connie SchultzUSA TODAY
At 7:25 a.m. on the blustery first Thursday of February, groundhog Phil (no last name provided) waddled out at Gobbler’s Knob in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, to the cheers of thousands of humans who were frigid with anticipation of his winter forecast.
Within seconds, Phil reportedly spotted his shadow, just as 106 of his predecessors, all of them named Phil, have done over the course of this 137-year tradition. Can’t help but wonder if Phyllis might be a little braver.