Today the prognosticator of prognosticators, the seer of seers got dragged out of his hole at the crack of dawn by a portly man in a top hat. Phil was a little squirmy this year. A bit of a handful for his handler. But, being the professional that he is, Phil settled down and whispered into the ear of the great groundhog translator. It was blazing sunshine in Punxatawny, PA this morning. So, of course, Phil saw his shadow. Six more weeks of winter.
