The great prognosticator has spoken. I grew up in the rural area of a town about 20 miles north of Punxsutawney. In my adult life, I have often used Punxsutawney (or Punxsy to regional natives) as a point of reference to explain where my home town is in Pennsylvania. I also gave an informational speech on Groundhog Day for my freshman speech class in college. So Groundhog Day always holds a special place in my heart. The thing is, I don’t think the folks in the Groundhog Club at Gobbler’s Knob have yet realized that 6 weeks of winter (what is predicted when the wood chuck sees his shadow) is no different than “spring is around the corner” (what is predicted when Phil is shadowless). I guess the point is that in the dead of winter, we need a reason for a little diversion, even if it comes in the form of a large rodent.