I see through people pretty good and had considered that a secret known only by my ex-husband and maybe a few old boyfriends. I've learned to cooperate with my sixth sense. I use it as a tool of detection; a human tuning fork, if you will. I have never thought of myself as a conjurer though, as the man's tone suggested.
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.