Still, there was something vaguely disturbing about this bit of bowling alley wall art found in the locker area at Wayne Webb’s Columbus Bowl. It’s not exactly calculated to dispel the common myths about kegling and encourage occasional bowlers to become regulars.
Punxsutawney Phil might be cute, in all his plump, furry, buck-toothed, rodentine glory, but he should be called Suxutawney Phil in view of his pathetic weather prognostication abilities. Overnight, we got several inches of heavy wet snow — when the Punxster predicted that winter would end several weeks ago.
No longer will I trust the forecasts of the furry fiend emerging from his burrow on February 2! From now on, I’ll rely on the weather auguries of Rochester Ralph, the floppy-eared rabbit forecaster who foretells the length of winter based on whether he eats lettuce or carrots on January 26, and Hanover Hal, the happy hedgehog who rolls into a ball when prodded with a stick on February 5 and veers right or left to predict how much snow will fall in the next two months.
In the meantime, Kish and I have declared that we just can’t take much more winter weather. When spring finally gets here, we’ll return from a quick trip to Pennsylvania and celebrate with a delicately flavored, nourishing groundhog stew.