I’m getting pretty sick of this whole “winter” thing. I’m tired of being cold and chilled to the bone. I’m tired of wearing a zillion layers. I’m ready for the sun. I’m ready for my fingers to actually be warm. I’m ready to wear as little as possible (but still be decent, of course). Phil’s official forecast as read 2/2/08 at sunrise at Gobbler’s Knob: Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Hear Ye! On... 

We’re in for an early spring. No offense to Phil, but I think Global Warming has more to do with an early spring than a groundhog not seeing his shadow. Although I could be wrong since, according to the President, Global Warming doesn’t exist. ground Phil hasn’t failed to see his shadow since 1999. According to the Punxsutawney Groundhog Club, since 1886, Phil has not seen his shadow 15 times and has seen it 96 times; not...