I regret that in ten years of Pittsburgh residency, I have not once gone out to Punxsutawney for Groundhog Day. On the other hand, I do not in the slightest regret not going this year; the weather's been cold and snowy, and it certainly would not have been worthwhile for Lori to miss school.
(It must be weird to operate a restaurant in Punxsutawney. It's not clear to me how you change your strategy to maximize profit when you know that one day each year, 30,000 people will visit your town that normally has 6,000 people.)
It seems that I have not previously retold in my journal the story of my experience with the movie Groundhog Day. My family visited Germany in the summer of 1993. While there, I saw a theater marquee advertising a movie. I didn't know any German, but I tried to translate the title with one of our pocket German-English dictionaries. The literal translation I came up with was "Day of the Marmot". This title has a very different flavor than "Groundhog Day"--it sounds like the title of a bad 50's sci-fi movie.