Sunday was Groundhog Day. Or as I prefer to call it Let’s-Stop-Listening-to-the-Meteorologists-Who’ve-Spent-Years-Studying-Weather-and-Climate-For-24-Hours-So-We-Can-Let-A-Rodent-Predict-the-Weather Day.
I don’t usually make New Year’s resolutions because, for most of us, they seem impossible to keep. We have good intentions, of course, when we resolve to put our bad habits behind us, to lose the extra 20 pounds or quit smoking or learn a new hobby.
I'm a present shaker from way back. When I was a little boy, I would rattle any Christmas present that had my name on it. And if I might be allowed to brag a bit, I actually got quite good at it figuring out what each rattle was.