Yesterday was Groundhog Day. How more than appropriate that we take in our quasi-annual viewing of the film of the same name. For anyone who doesn't appreciate Bill Murray for the remarkably talented actor that he is, consider that he delivers the following speech with nary a snark. Were I to ever be the recipient of such a heartfelt soliloquy, I would be rendered into a quivering heap of rom-com blubber.
You like boats, but not the ocean. You go to a lake in the summer with your family up in the mountains. There's a long wooden dock and a boathouse with boards missing from the roof, and a place where you used to crawl underneath to be alone. You're a sucker for French poetry and rhinestones. You're very generous. You're kind to strangers and children and when you stand in the snow you look like an angel.