COMMENTARY: ’Tis quite a long way from the Yule season each year until celebrating the wearin’ o’ the green. To be more accurate, it’s monotonous. Folks walk around as if they’re in a stupor. When they’re not eating or sleeping, teenagers bury their faces in the latest electronic devices transporting them to a faraway galaxy.

’Tis quite a long way from the Yule season each year until celebrating the wearin’ o’ the green. To be more accurate, it’s monotonous. Folks walk around as if they’re in a stupor. When they’re not eating or sleeping, teenagers bury their faces in the latest electronic devices transporting them to a faraway galaxy.

Even the new president, in his relentlessly entertaining obsession to Tweet criticisms of opponents, has tempered that zeal. Regardless, we can still tell when he does tweet. He always ends it with the word, "Sad!"

What we really need is something new to celebrate here in the PLX (Portage Lakes) in order to break up this long spell of tedious drowsiness. After all, Capistrano has its swallows, Hinckley has it’s buzzards and Punxsutawney has its groundhog. Sure, thanks to Larry Hunter, the PLX has its Purple Martins, but that’s not until nearly the middle of spring.

I know, I know. We all have Groundhog Day to which we can look forward. But why celebrate what a Pennsylvania rodent sees? One whose eyes are still clouded from more than three months of sleep and erroneously calls for more bad weather each year like the kind that puts us in this mid-winter funk. I’ve seen Punxsutawney Phil call for six more weeks of winter when it was so dark from overcast clouds there’s no way he could’ve seen his, or anyone else’s shadow.

And our own Buckeye Chuck is no different. With numerous weather areas in Ohio, particularly in the northeastern section, Chuck’s forecasts rarely affect us here in the PLX. We seem to have our own weather patterns. After all, we’re just south of the snow belt and north of the warmer southern portions of the state where spring begins so much earlier that it seems sweet corn matures by the end of May.

And then there’s that other woodchuck from Ohio’s largest city, Columbus Chris, or whatever his name is. He focuses strictly on the capital and its immediate surrounding counties; long term weather prognosticating that never affects our area. Not even our own retired native son, highly respected Dick Goddard, would ever call for their weather to affect us.

In years past, I’ve advocated for our own woodchuck. In various columns I suggested we call her Portage Lakes Prisicilla, have her emerge from the banks of a nearby waterfront establishment and even invite one of the more well known male woodchucks to meet her. I even proposed a 12-day celebration lasting from Feb. 2 and ending with a Valentine’s Day wedding, complete with a honeymoon celebration. But no one took the bait.

In the past ,whenever I ran into dilemmas like this, I turn to my number one problem solver. Since she’s always been good at solving them, I asked Peggy for her thoughts. "Why do we need a reason to celebrate?" the wife questioned, as if I were a pint and a half shy of a quart. "Just celebrate," she insisted. "Celebrate."

Not necessarily in agreement, this time I thought I’d choose a different route. And so with that, I decided to throw it out to the four winds. And you, dear readers, represent the four winds. So here’s what I’d like you to do.

At my email address below, send your suggestion(s) to me for a mid-winter festival; one of which we here in the PLX can proudly claim our own. In the space for the subject matter, write, "PLX Festival."

I may include it in a future column so identify yourself and from where you hail; i.e. Green, Coventry, New Franklin, Paris, Saskatchewan, Tokyo, Venice, wherever.

And remember, this is a family newspaper so please, keep it clean.

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