What would you do if you were stuck in one place, and every day was exactly the same, and nothing you did mattered? You could raise some hell, mabe rob a bank or two and drink as much as you want without worrying about a hangover, or you could visit some of the filming locations from the movie Groundhog Day.
On a ridiculously cold Tuesday morning in late January, I started thinking about Groundhog Day. It's not that I'm optimistic or anything, I've always regarded it as a rather silly tradition. Consider that we are relying on a rodent that resembles a genetically engineered and overfed squirrel to predict the weather.