Hear Ye, Hear Ye, Hear Ye. On Gobbler’s Knob on this glorious Groundhog Day, February 2nd, 2010, Punxsutawney Phil, Seer of Seers, Prognosticator of all Prognosticators, awoke to the call of President Bill Deeley and greeted his handlers, John Griffiths and Ben Hughes. After casting a joyful eye towards thousands of his faithful followers, Phil proclaimed, “If you want to know next, you must read my text. As the sky shines bright above me, my shadow I see beside me. So six more weeks of winter it will be.”
And that evening, far away from Gobbler’s Knob, in a little town called Epsom, best known for its traffic circle and House of Pizza …
It was a late one. The school board meeting got out at about 6:45. The school district deliberative session ran until about 9. Got home at about 9:15. Sat with Rosie until she fell asleep at about 9:30. Got Dad at about 9:45. Started shooting by about 9:55.
And almost exactly an hour and a half later, we had 1,000 foul shots in the books, for a total of 117,607 down, 882,393 to go to 1 million.