Conversation with a Ground Hog
When I was running on River Road (Devola) on February 2, I saw a ground hog. I approached him cautiously and in a friendly manner asked him what his name is. “Buckeye Chuck,” he replied. I queried again, “Are you related to Punxsutawney Phil?” “Just a distant relative,” he said coolly (for there was a chill in the morning air). I pressed my luck in my inquisition of this former hibernator and asked, “Well, have you seen your shadow today?” “No,” he answered with some impatience in his voice but then quickly added haughtily, “Don’t believe this kind of myth. ...