I love Groundhog Day. In addition to being a good excuse to drink cocktails at 7am on a cold February morning, it also has something to do with the fact that the most famous groundhog in all the land is a fellow PA indigen. Punxsutawney Phil’s a Keystone Stater and I like pretty much anything that draws my home turf into the spotlight (except things like serial killers, corrupt politicians, and chemical waste).
Even as a college student, Groundhog Day was a big deal. Since Punxsutawney is just an hour or so away from Penn State, there was always a gaggle of groundhog groupies ready for a 1AM road trip to check out ‘ol Punxy Phil’s prediction. And as much as a booze-fueled late night venture into backwoods of Pennsylvania to heckle a rodent sounds like something that was right up my alley as a 19-year-old, surprisingly, I never actually made the trip.
Oh well…To Phil!