Like any sensible 5 year old, I wholeheartedly believed in the story of Groundhog Day. Albeit, it didn’t make any sense to me. I mean, I saw my shadow every day and it had absolutely no bearing on the weather. I often wondered, if someone had put a pair of dark glasses on Phil when they took him out of his home on Gobbler’s Knob, would there automatically be an early spring? Could it really be that simple? Am I the only rocket scientist here? Someone else had to have thought of that one before me!
No—there has to be more to it than all that. Therefore, I give you, the real Punxsutawney Phil, a capable meteorologist just doing his job every February 2nd. And I, for one, feel pretty good about that.