I apologize. Five weeks ago, I declared winter dead, dead, dead. I was wrong.

In fact, the day that declaration was published, it snowed several inches. The next day was Groundhog Day, and in Woodstock, Groundhog Day is quite a celebration in moderation, especially this year being the 20th anniversary of the release of the film by the same name.

Not only was there snow on the ground, but flurries were filling the air. And when Woodstock Willie was pulled from his lair, he told Mayor Brian Sager that we would have an early spring, and the mayor read a proclamation declaring such. Which would be – at the latest – the end of February by my standards.