Feb 9, 2007 1
One thing I failed to mention last week but wanted to was where I was this time last week. Last Friday, February 2, my nine-year old son and I went to Punxsatawney, PA for Groundhog Day. I wouldn’t say making the trek to Gobbler’s Knob is a worthy trip if you have to get on a plane or drive 10 hours, but for us, the six hour drive was worth it. We arrived at “The Knob” as they say there, at about 6 a.m. and I must say it was pretty damn exicting as the build-up for Punxsatawney Phil’s appearance grew.
I taped my son doing a standup as a news reporter and he took it to school and it was played to all the other kids in 4th grade, which was cool.
After Phil’s appearance we hung out in town for the rest of the day and took in all the festivities. The cynic in me would normally proclaim the events as cheezy and lame, but there was something very endearing about this little slice of Americana. This is a big deal for the people of Punxsatawney, and a major highlight of their year, if not *the* highlight. It’s one of those things that […]