What a difference a year makes. Last year this time we were getting ready for a real rough blizzard that lived up to everything the weather folk said it would be and has come to be known as The Groundhog Day Blizzard.
Poor Old Woodstock Willie couldn't dig his way out of his tree stump to prognosticate, forcing Woodstock, Illinois to postpone his show, or should I say his snow.
This year, no snow left and temps in the 40s. I am thinking of driving over to see the prognostication, but it's about a 30 minute drive and that time is mighty, mighty early.
Happy Groundhog Day's in Advance. --RoadDog
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Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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