“That’s right, woodchuck-chuckers — it’s GROUNDHOG DAY!”
Groundhog Day is kind of a joke in the South, probably because the prospect of six more weeks of winter isn’t that bleak. Up here in the North, it’s not really a joke. I mean, it makes sense. We just had almost a foot of snow drop on us last week, and on Wednesday — Groundhog Day, to boot — we can expect more, plus ice.
In fact, Groundhog Day is kind of a big deal in Pennsylvana. And Punxsutawney Phil may be the most well-known prognosticator in the Feb. 2 meteorology business, but York has its own “Poor Richard” to take care of the local forecast. Moreover, Poor Richard is said to be the guest of honor in the state’s and country’s second-oldest Groundhog Day ceremony.
That’s not Poor Richard, above. That’s Leroy.
This is Poor Richard, with Leroy:
Although there’s supposed to be a terrific blizzard on Groundhog Day — just like in the movie! — Fedor (the York Slumbering Groundhog Lodge’s Exalted Hibernator) says the ceremony will take place at 7:15 a.m., rain or shine. I have the night shift that day, but if I can wake up and get to the ceremony safely amid the snow and ice, I’ll be there.
Yeah. Groundhog Day is kind of a big deal in Pennsylvania. And I really don’t want to miss it.