thinking aloud about Groundhog Day

What would you do if, while driving down a city street, you saw this lying in a busy intersection?

Motorists swerved around it as it lay there, gleaming menacingly in the afternoon sun.

I pulled over in a nearly empty parking lot, got out, ran (huffing and puffing) to the middle of the intersection, grabbed the tines, ran back to my car, popped the trunk and placed it inside. It's been in my garage ever since. It's no longer just the prongs of a pitchfork. It's a symbol, one that continues to plague me. How long had it been there? Why hadn't anyone removed it?

There's Groundhog Day.

And then there's Groundhog Day.