Phil said we'll have an early spring. Woohoo! When I was little, my sleepy-headed sister and I would stare at the television waiting for the big news. There wasn't the hoopla there is now, but it was the rare light-heartedness in a newscast that was well, all news.
We'd jump for joy if that rodent didn't see his shadow. Early spring!! That's great. Shadow? Six more weeks of winter. Awww! It didn't mean much in Memphis. We rarely got enough snow to deserve the word. It was usually just called, "a dusting."
Here's my truth: Beyond being happy or bummed about that message on Feb. 2, I never paid attention to see if his prognostication (Snaps to the Inner Circle for teaching children a big word.) was accurate. I didn't count the weeks, notice the weather.
Since 1993, the best part of Groundhog Day is the movie. Brilliant idea to have Bill Murray's weatherman repeat Groundhog Day over and over. His redemption at the end of the film when his character learns to be happy in the moment is a much better message than anything Punxsutawney Phil can bark.