As you might know Punxsutawney Phil, the groundhog, recently predicted on Groundhog Day that we will have six more weeks of winter. You might also know that back in February of 2010, I did an extensive background check on Punxsutawney Phil, and this column was the result of my investigative reporting.
February 20, 2010. Corrales, NM.
This year I got into Groundhog Day. It’s a bit of pure foolishness that might work for us in Corrales. As you know, every February thousands of revelers converge on the small town of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania to hear an overweight groundhog predict the weather.
The editor of the Punxsutawney Spirit newspaper, Tom Chapin, wrote, “Groundhog Day is a lot like a rock concert, but the people are better behaved and there’s a groundhog involved.”
Tradition has it that if Punxsutawney Phil (the groundhog) emerges from his simulated burrow under a simulated tree stump at the site of Gobblers Knob and sees his shadow, winter will continue for six more weeks. If he doesn’t see his shadow, then spring is just around the corner.
So what could a portly Pennsylvania groundhog possibly know about New Mexico weather? I call him portly because the official Groundhog Day website reveals that Punxy Phil weighs in at 20 pounds while the average groundhog weighs only 13 pounds. Another surprising fact is that the Inner Circle, a.k.a. Phil’s human handlers, claim that he is more than 123 years old, having been born sometime before 1887 when the first Punxsutawney ceremony occurred. That’s 113 years longer than the average groundhog lives in captivity.
We’re also expected to believe that Phil owes his immortality to an “elixir of life” served every summer at the annual Groundhog picnic of which there are curiously no photographs.
And as long as we are casting doubt, get a load of this: He “speaks” to his human caretakers, the Inner Circle, in Groundhogese and tells them his forecast. The Inner Circle then translates Phil’s words for the world to hear.
Yeah, right!
So who’s in this Inner Circle? I watched the video and saw an entourage of aging men in formal wear including top hats, black overcoats and bow ties marching with great ceremony into Gobblers Knob. They claim to have sworn a sacred oath to protect the Wizard of Weather, the Seer of Seers, the Prognosticator of Prognosticators.
That would be Punxsutawney Phil.
These Inner Circle Men have given themselves stunning names such as Sun Beamer, Stump Warden, Sky Painter, Storm Chaser, Hail Maker, Ice Man, Thunder Conductor, and my personal favorite, Big Wind Maker.
After the introductions, the crowd wakes Phil out of hibernation by chanting “Phil . . .Phil. . . Phil,” and the president of the Groundhog Club raps on the door of the simulated burrow under the simulated tree stump with an Acadian Cane that has magical powers. The cane enables the man holding it to understand groundhogese.
The handler pulls Phil from under the stump and holds him up while the crowd cheers. The guy with the cane then listens to what Phil has to say. It’s a neat trick because Phil never utters a sound. He doesn’t even move his lips. Nevertheless, the man translates. This year he said,:
“Hear ye, Hear ye, Hear ye,
If you want to know next
You must read my text
As the sky shines bright above me
My shadow I see beside me
Six more weeks of winter it will be.”
Now, does that sound like something a groundhog would say?
A mighty “Boo” rises from the crowd. Disappointment reigns. But not to worry. While Punxsy Phil’s proponents claim that he is 100 percent accurate, the U.S. National Climatic Center (NCDC) has estimated that Phil is right only about 40 percent of the time. We could save a lot of trouble by flipping a coin. But that would be missing the point, because I think all this Punxsutawney nonsense is actually a way to cope with winter doldrums.
So why don’t we in Corrales create our own weather celebration to lighten people’s spirits at the end of winter? We don’t have groundhogs, but I’ll gladly volunteer the gopher that lives in the field by the Frontier Mart.
We cannot name the gopher Phil because that is our mayor’s name and we wouldn’t want any confusion. And “Corrales Gopher” just doesn’t have the rhythm and style of Punxsutawney Phil. We need a name with several more letters and two or three more syllables. Punxsutawney works partly because it is such a unique and difficult word for outsiders.
So I’ve been thinking of unique and difficult New Mexico words such as Mogollon, Bernalillo and Guacamole. I think Guacamole is perfect. Guacamole Mollie.
We could do what we in Corrales do best — organize a parade, a fun run, and a trail ride. We could add a gopher pinata party. Our businesses could offer Gopher Week Specials. Don’t worry about the weather prediction. We’ll make something up.
Think about it. Talk it up. Gopher it.
