Why look, here comes one of Western Pennsylvania’s more charming anachronisms. It’s Groundhog Day!  A blameless Punxsutawnian mammal pops its head out of the ground to see what all those reporters are doing, and the national network morning shows fill two whole segments without breaking a sweat.  And Bobble Tiki is not talking about Ned Ryerson.  You know, Ned! Ryerson!  “Needlenose Ned”? “Ned the Head”? C’mon, buddy! Case Western High! He did the whistling bellybutton trick at the high school talent show?  Bing!  Ned Ryerson got the shingles real bad senior year, almost didn’t graduate? Bing, again! Ned Ryerson, he dated your sister Mary Pat a couple of times until you told him not to anymore? Well?  Yep, that’s the one.

Anyway, the groundhog didn't see his shadow, which means we will have an early spring.

Then, the groundhog nibbled on the bark of a neighboring tree, which means Bobble Tiki has to be better about attending his Jazzercise class. â€" Bobble Tiki