Lurie column - awaiting the state of the Union
TITLE: We Await the State of the Union
Today is the day when millions will gather in front of televisions or for the chosen few, live, to hear the annual report addressed to Americans.
As the most well known personality of the day emerges onto the floor in front of the enthusiastic crowd amid applause and words of encouragement, we will be waiting with baited breath.
Very rarely does our senior official grace the media with his presence, but today he will listen to questions and make his opinions clear.
He was silent the week after the Tsunami blitzed Indonesia. He didn't appear before the media for questions and comments when four hurricanes all but swept Florida into the Atlantic.
We saw neither hide nor hair when 28 inches of snow blanketed Ohio.
But today, he emerges to proclaim judgment and to wow us with his wisdom and vision.
Some will cheer, others applaud. Some will scoff, others guffaw.
We will hear the predictions before his appearance, the preliminaries working up to the show as friends and cohorts talk about the difficult times we face. His PR handlers will set the stage and try to minimize our expectations in case of a mediocre performance.
It will be one heckuva show. Many will swoon at the sight; others will leave feeling cheated and disillusioned.
I expect to be wowed. For I believe in his wisdom, vision and seer-like ability. One that comes with years of experience, hard work, and making tough life decisions. I will defend his message and his viewpoint. For I am a red blooded believer. He may appear punch drunk. He may tell us something totally unrealistic, but he is the chosen one and his message is solid gold truth. He speaks for all Americans and for me.
Punxsutawney Phil will emerge on Groundhog's day and tell us the absolute truth. (Did some readers believe I was speaking of someone else, somewhere down East? For shame.) We will know today if winter is almost over or whether we have 6 more weeks to endure.
Anyone who watched animals knows they are accurate weather predictors. Cows lie down when storms approach, snakes seek high ground from floods (and Tsunamis), Ants build up rain dams around their nest. So do Prairie dogs. Swallows fly low before rain, dogs and cats bring their young ones to shelter when the sky is still clear but Dopplar radar starts blipping.
So I believe in the Groundhog. After all, today is also my birthday, so I have an even closer affinity than most.
Maybe we should all sing the official holiday song (to the tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic)
Let the scientific fakirs gnash their teeth and stamp with rage--
Let astrologers with crystals wipe such nonsense from the page--
We hail the king of Prophets, who's the world's outstanding Sage--
Today the Groundhog comes!
Glory? Glory to the groundhog,
Glory? Glory to the groundhog,
Glory? Glory to the groundhog,
Today the Prophet comes!
The prediction is cast in stone after we see if Phil's groggy silhouette casts a shadow. Whether spring is just around the corner or winter is destined to blow us around for six more weeks will depend on whether Punxsutawney Phil sees his shadow under a bright sun and scampers back into his den for six more weeks of slumber.
Some people challenge whether a beast scared of his own shadow deserves to be treated like royalty, but that's just silly posturing by people who don't understand the critical importance of GroundHog day.
Personally I like the approach being taken by Chuck Wood, the official chairperson of the Committee for the Commercialization of Groundhog day. He is trying to organize a more formal holiday celebration (with a day off for my birthday!). OK, the whole idea started with the Candlemas celebration in Europe, lost its secular heritage as German immigrants moved away from Candles to predict the coming of Spring, and settled on a hedgehog. But we can still work to make this a holiday we can not only be proud of, but take off work for- so we can sit home and read the paper.
Speaking of which, there are those on this page who belittle youngsters, others who challenge elder authority. Both are barely older than Punxsutawney Phil, and combined, barely equal to my age of attainment today. It's so depressing, maybe I'll ask Punxsutawney to shove over and yield a little room in the burrow. Sigh.
Leib Lurie
Leib Lurie is a Troy resident, Optimist Club & Troy Civic Theatre member, CEO of OneCall Now and another year older. You can reach him at oldgroundhog@onecallnow.com

