Happy Groundhog Eve, the night when we go to bed devoutly hoping that the next day will dawn tolerably different from today. All Groundhog Day festivities have been compelled to go virtual, so there will be no day trips in order to wake up with Punxsutawney Phil, Wiarton Willie or Shubenacadie Sam. I hope Balkers are not too disappointed. We won't know until tomorrow whether the rodent-in-chief sees his shadow or not but, speaking solely for myself, I don't like the prospect of six more weeks of winter. Any Balkers in line for that snowstorm destined for the northeast?
You know what to do, folks. Let me know what's up in the comments. Stay safe out there.
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