A narcissistic TV weatherman, along with his attractive-but-distant producer and mawkish cameraman, is sent to report on Groundhog Day in the small town of Punxsutawney, where he finds himself repeating the same day over and over.
I'm sitting about 10 feet from the lake. The wind is blustery, and the tiny white flowers surrounding me bow to the wind. Lucy, my dog, lies beside me, and Jim is in The Woodlands to run the sound for Millbend Coffee House tonight. Soon I retreat to the RV and watch Groundhog Day for the 14th or 15th time. I watch it once each year, but missed my Groundhog Day engagement this year, so tonight will be my annual watching of one of my favorite movies. Read More
Marketing lessons from the flesh and on film: Spring will come early in says Punxsutawney Phil, who did not see his shadow Tuesday. He and the movie ‘Groundhog Day,’ are symbolic, but what can they tell us about