For a week we
have been shuddering beneath a Polar Vortex, which had somehow wandered so far
south of its normal and proper ambit, it was as though you looked out your
kitchen window and saw a Polar Bear. Word on the street is that the errant Vortex
is packing its bags and heading back home. The morning mercury is revisiting double digits, though only
barely. And now, on this glorious Groundhog Day, word comes from an
unimpeachable and furry source, that Spring is just around the corner.
In honor of the triumphant annual return of Philippe de Punxsutawney
(to give him his ancestral name), on today’s most joyous occasion, we offer a
link to our musings on these lovable though chunky marmots:
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