I know someone who was born in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, on very this date BUT who's name is not Phil though that would seem to have been low-hanging fruit easily within his parents' reach at the time of his nativity.
My brother, Kelly, would be disappointed, somewhat, to learn his name also isn't Bill, as in Bill Murray, which I would consider to be an acceptable alternative as a sort of homage to his cinematic tour de force.
I think Kelly is on to something in his regard for the movie since as I've aged I have a growing sense of us living and reliving the same day over and over again. The fear of the End of Days may be misplaced as it could, for some of us, actually be more of a new paragraph than the closing of a book.
Take a look at our world, then at our nation, and, then if you promise to NOT blink, look at your own life. What do you remember of where all of this was this time a year ago, a decade on, or perhaps a score of yon years? I'm starting to think the rewind button is stuck and all that changes are the characters while the play rolls on.
Lest you think I'm depressed or distressed, nothing could be farther from the truth. I love this day because it's all the excuse I need to listen to this and smile, at least usually in that order.
-bill kenny
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