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Go to thisamericanlife. Org/lifepartners. That link is also in the show notes. All right, thanks. It's a little ritual that Parker invented for herself. It's always the same every year. Around this time of year, February second, to be exact. February second, which is Groundhog Day. At 10: 30 at night, I turn on the movie Groundhog Day. Rita, I'm reliving the same day over and over. Groundhog Day. Groundhog Day, of course, is the 1993 Bill Murray comedy about a self-centered weatherman who gets trapped in time, repeating the same day, again and again. A day covers a Groundhog Day ceremony on local TV. Once a year, the eyes of the nation turn to this tiny Hamlet in Western Pennsylvania to watch a master at work. The master? Puntsutoni Phil, the world's most famous weatherman, the Groundhog, who, as legend as it, can predict the coming of an early spring. But Murray spends the whole film repeating February second. Well, it's Groundhog Day. Again? Until, finally, at the end of the film, he unsticks himself in time and wakes up on the next day. Again, here's Parker. I time it up so that when it's around midnight, when it's February third in the world, it's February third in the movie.

When it's February third When it comes in the movie, it becomes February third in the world, which is my birthday. I do it as like... I call it like I'm slowly boiling myself into my birthday. Parker says she's not a big birthday person. But this is a little thing she's done for herself to mark the day. Ever since she was 22, I first saw Groundhog Day in a film class. I was in a program where I was the only Black person, the only woman. Everyone was 10 years older than me. This was like film studies? This is film school, yeah. Okay. But it was a very lonely place. She created this birthday movie night for herself to do alone, that she still does, alone every year with the film Groundhog Day. That she's going to do this year for the 16th time. Maybe you think that means that she's really into the film Groundhog Day. Nope. I don't love the movie. The movie's fine. It's okay. I don't mind it. I don't find it… It's not my brand of humor. Also, in the 21st century, some of the stuff is fairly problematic. For instance? Well, there's whole sequences where Phil Connor, who is Bill Murray's character, is trying to seduce two women, and he keeps repeating the day so he can ascertain information to seduce them.

Can I buy you a drink? Okay. Sweet vermouth and the rocks with a twist, please. So it's not like known consent. Right. So he's tricking them into it. He's tricking them into hooking up with him. Can I buy you a drink? Okay. Sweet vermouth, Rocks with a Twist, please. That's my favorite drink. Mine, too. It always makes me think of Rome, the way the sun hits the buildings in the afternoon. Parker says there are lots of films she'd much rather be watching once a year, year after year. Like her favorite film, Point Break, the Keana Reeve surfing film. That I can watch forever and not be mad about. That's fine. But the past however long years I've watched Groundhog Day, again, it's fine. It's fine, but you do it every year. Maybe I don't totally understand why I still do it for so long, but it works for me. It's a thing that I can do for myself by myself. The repetition is comforting. Even if I'm forcing myself to do it, I'm not a person who's good at repetition. I got ADHD, my brain's all over the place. But February second, 10: 30 PM, I can turn on Groundhog Day.

I know what I'm getting into. And then I am absorbed by the movie, and then all of a sudden it ends and I go, Oh, that's right. It's after midnight. I was born. There's a comfort in that. But the thing that makes you feel comforting is the repetition, and it's a movie about how awful repetition is. Yeah, there's an eye to it. I'm But the repetition, Groundhog Day, the repetition is awful, but the end result of the repetition isn't half bad. Phil totally improves himself. He learns how to be a considerate human being. One of the last things he says to Andy McDonald in the movie is like, What can I do for you? What a day in our program for Groundhog dog day, the power of repetition. How it could be utterly devastating to do something you love dozens of times or hundreds of times. You can rob it of all feeling. You can turn it into drudgery. But repetition can also do the opposite. The more you do something, the more you can find in it and live in it. I've said these next few words hundreds of times, and I said them today, excited for what is to come this hour.

From WBEZ Chicago, this is American Life. I'm Eric Glass. Stay with us. It's this American life. At one, will you still slug me tomorrow? Sometimes, choosing to repeat the same moment over and over again is an act of love. Aviva de Kornfeld has his true life example. Bridie and her dad, Brin, have been playing the same game for decades. It's called a Pinch and a Punch. The rules of the game are you say, Pinch and a Punch, first day of the month, no returns. Obviously, the no returns is important. When I was little, when we started doing this, we would, gently, of course, actually do the little pinch and a punch first day of the month. One of them would actually pinch and punch the other. But over the years, as the way we've done it has become more inventive and stylish, and now that we live in different countries, obviously, the physical element is removed. So it is often just something written down or over the phone. Okay, so it can be any form. It just has to reach the other person before their pinch and punch reaches you. That's right. They first started playing this game when Bridie was really little.

She can't really remember ever not playing it. It was just one of the many games they played. Bryn traveled a lot for work when Bridie was young, and the games were a way for them to stay connected while he gone. But pinch and punch, this is the game that stuck. It kept going for years. It really leveled up when Bridie was in secondary school. One day, when Bridie was 14, I got pulled out of class and sent to the principal's office. I immediately assumed I was in deep trouble. I was a very good kid at school. I never did anything naughty. Going to the principal's office was really out of character, so I was immediately He terrified. I walk to the principal's office, and there's the principal, there's this other guy holding a fancy-looking envelope. I open the envelope, message for Bridie Connell, and it's punch and a punch, first day of the month, no return. Turnss. I think at that point, in dad's mind, I'm pretty sure he's gone, Okay, well, I've escalated this game to the highest degree. She's never going to come back from that. But I think he forgets that he has passed on his extreme competitiveness to me.

From then, it kicked off. These days, now that Bridie's grown up and moved out, most of the pinches and punches are low-key. A phone call, a text. Sometimes, Brin or Bridie will try to disguise the sentence in an email sent to the whole family. Bridie says her dad has learned to not open anything from her that's sent just to him on the first of the month. So month in and month out, Bryn and Bridie are living in this very specific type of loop, where in order for them to stay in the loop, they have to keep changing it, inventing new ways to win. Once, a few years ago, Bridie had to get jaw surgery on the first of the month. Her dad was her next of kin, and where she mocked up a fake medical form for her dad to sign and convinced the nurse to tuck her fake form in with the rest. Bridy proudly won that month. That was a famous win for her, actually, because while Bridy wins more often, her dad's wins tend to be more memorable. His have more flair. Once, he convinced Bridy's best friend to interrupt her own wedding to deliver a pinch and punch.

He even got Bridy while she was on live radio. The family is from New Zealand, but Bridie lives and works in Sydney, where she was a guest on this weekly local radio show, and Bryn conspired with the host to get her on air. Hey, Bridie. Yes. I got an email today from New Zealand. I don't often get emails from New Zealand. But thankfully, you You have also been trained in the internet. Was it from Mom or Dad? Do you know a man called Brin Connell? Brin Connell? Okay, that is my dad. We had a long discussion about the seasons, days of the month, New Zealand time being... Oh, no, you didn't. A pinch and a punch for the first of the month. He says on his understanding with New Zealand Over time, the rules have evolved. No middle of the night calls. You have to respect time zones. Also, the game is formally suspended on New Year's Eve since Bridie and Brin would hijack the countdown for their game, and according to Bridie's mom, kept quote, Ruining the holiday. Freddie says her dad escalated the game to a whole new level in 2019. She was flying home to New Zealand for her cousin, Jeremy's 30th birthday party.

The flight was on May first, very early in the morning. As you know, we have rules about really, really, really early morning wake-up calls and pension of punch calls are not allowed, and they haven't been allowed for years. I thought, I'm just going to have to wait I'm just going to have to hope that by the time I arrive in New Zealand, which will still be fairly early, that dad's forgotten and I can get in there and win for the month of May. Then that was I thought about it. Then I got onto the plane, I bought it, I took my seat, and I'd sat down on the plane. Then about five minutes later, while everyone's still filing into the plane, the cabin manager comes up to me and says, Excuse me, Ms. Connell, you've been moved. The flight attendant tells her she's getting bumped up to premium economy and brings her to her new seat. Then he said, Oh, by the way, I've got something for you. He handed me an envelope. I just thought, Oh, maybe I'm about to Maybe this is part of the premium economy service. Maybe it's a menu. I don't know what it is.

As you can tell, I am not used to that premium economy life. I opened the envelope and it was a letter from my dad saying, I hope you have a great flight. I can't wait to see you when you land. Also, just something to reflect on while you're winging your way across the Tasman, Pinch in a Punch for his Day of the month, no returns. She spent the rest of the flight thinking about how she would get them back. Luckily for Bridie, Air New Zealand is apparently extremely into pranks and offered to help. Together, they made a fake Father's Day themed ad for the airline. Air New Zealand actually got real pilots and flight attendants to appear in this short video, which Bridie wrote. Then she got her mom to show it to her dad. It's Father's Day in New Zealand, and we want to say thanks to all the amazing dads out there. Thank you. Started off, Thank you for being such a wonderful dad. Well, that's too near This, of course, is Bryn Connell. The video starts out thanking dads for doing regular dad stuff. But as it progresses, it starts getting more and more specific, naming things Bryn has actually done.

Thank you for building me a fort when I was young. I think, I did that. They were saying things like, Thank you for your really bad dad jokes. Someone would say, I go, Oh, I do that. Thank you for cooking such great roast dinners. I do that as well. I was naive. We love your generosity. Your spirit. Then a female pilot came on and said, That means you, Brinn Connell. Yes, you. Brinn Connell, you're always playing jokes. Then when the video changes and it becomes clear that they're talking to him, he just obviously does not compute for 10 seconds. Then he was like, What? Hang on. There are 12 firsts of the month each year, and Bridie and Brydie and Brydie have been playing this game for roughly 25 years, so they've done hundreds of pinches and punches at this point. The thing about having such a long running game, though, is that life happens all around it, all the good and bad. A few years ago, Bridie lost someone very close to her. Over the period of this tragedy, the first of the month rolled around, and I thought, should I do something or not?

Because she was feeling very bruised and lonely and desperate, and I chose to. It was just something that she could reach out to and go, Dad's here. It's okay. She just came out to me later and gave me a big cuddle and said, That's just what I needed. Thank you, Daddy. She only calls me Daddy on very rare occasions. And I can't even remember what it was. I think it was just something fairly benile that month, but it was, I'm in your corner, honey. I'm still here. There's a lie built into the premise of Pinch and Punch. It's when they say no returns. They say it every month, and every month, they return. Aviva de Kornfeld is a producer on our show. Back to, I'll repeat the question. Our show today is about Groundhog Day and what repeating the same thing over and over can accomplish or reveal. I don't want to say much about this next item before it starts, except to say that it is a common thing when radio reporters sit down to interview somebody, we have to set the record volume properly, so we need the interviewee to just say some words about something while we set recording levels.

We'll ask some neutral question to describe the route they took to work that morning or what they had for breakfast. This comes from radio producer Tania Augustelez. This needs to be actually quite close to you. Okay. Can you tell me what you have for breakfast so I can check the levels? Yes, the answer is probably I can't remember. Really? No, Porridge. Porridge. Porridge and strawberries. You always have the same thing for breakfast. It's not hard to remember. Okay, porridge and strawberries. Do you want to tell me what you've had for breakfast this morning? Oh, if I can remember. Oh, yes. I had... There's a hint. Porridge. Yeah. It's over there. Porridge and delicious berries. Do you want to tell me what you had for breakfast this morning? Honestly, I can't remember. Oh, yes, I can. It's porridge, as usual. I'm just going to check the levels. Do you remember what we do to check the levels? No. What did you have for breakfast this morning? Porridge and berries. Okay. I just need to check the levels. Do you remember what we do to check the levels? What? We talked about what I had for breakfast?

Yes. Okay. I had... Do Did we have it for breakfast? Anyway, it was lovely. Just take a last mouthful. I'm sorry it took so long. No, that's okay. Let me just check the levels. What What did you have for breakfast this morning? Same as usual, which, of course, I can't remember. It's in your mouth. What does it taste like then? It tastes absolutely delicious. I flattered. What did you have for breakfast this morning? I had... I was going to say breakfast. I had... Wait a second. I'm so sorry. That's okay. Don't worry if you can't remember, we'll just... Do you want a different question? Yes. What did you have for breakfast today? I probably had a porridge and stuff. Yeah, a nice Things. You didn't eat much of it today. Do you want to... Should we do that before we start? Just try a bit more? No, I can't. Okay. No. Let's start then. Sorry. It's a bit quick. I might not manage this. Maybe we shouldn't do the recording today. Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Okay. That's story from Talya Augustades. She's the creator of the podcast, UnReality. She first produced this story for shortcuts, a falling tree production for BBC Radio 4.

Act 3, Riders of the Lost Chard. Sometimes the repeating situation that you find yourself stuck in every day is something you do not like and you want it to end. I guess like Bill Murray, who is caught on repeat in that old movie, you have to strategize. And figure out how to minimize the unpleasantness. David Kestenbaum has this story about that. The garden was a thing of beauty. Jeff had just moved into a new house in Middletown, Delaware, a rural area. The house did not have a garden, so he built one. Jeff is a do it yourself guy, handy with stuff, fixing cars, things around the house. The garden he makes is pretty big. He turns over all the soil, plants rows of seeds. Takes a long time. It's really pristine. Everything's labeled It backs up to a field, so it's pretty good scenery. Sometimes I'll just sit out there and just relax, look around, look at the different plants growing. It's really peaceful. But gardening as the writer Margaret Atwood has noted, is not a rational act. In nature, plants do not grow in tidy, pristine labeled rows. In fact, nature does not care at all about your little setup.

Jeff was on vacation when it happened. A friend was watering his garden for him. He had called me and he said, Hey, man, something's eating all these plants. He showed me a picture and I was like, Oh, man, that's horrible. When I came back, I had noticed that my sweet potato plants were pretty much gone. Not just the sweet potatoes. There were stuff, chunks off the plants, off the fruits, the vegetables, the tomatoes had chunks in them, members had chunks in them. Chunks eating out of them. Yeah, just chunks missing randomly throughout the whole garden. It was like a selective process. Jeff is really upset. He has no idea what is eating his vegetables. So He sets out a trap, one of those cage things that closes when an animal goes inside. How did that work? A complete failure. Goes out to check on the trap, empty. Food in it, untouched. What is eating the garden Jeff runs through a list of possibilities. I thought it would be a deer, maybe birds, rabbits, squirrels, or even a neighbor or a human. Oh, a neighbor. You never know, right? I mean, it could be anybody. Yeah, but one bite out of a tomato?

I wouldn't put it past them. Okay, I never lived where you live in Delaware, so I'll trust you. Jeff thinks enough with this. It really is driving him mad. So he gets a motion detector camera. He borrows it from his brother, uses electrical tape to tape it to this old bucket he has, and sticks it in the garden. It's one of those cameras that sends videos to your phone. So Jeff waits. He does not have to wait long. I'm at work. Actually, it was at lunchtime, and I looked right at my phone because I got the notification. I was really eager. It's a surprise. Went and I checked it. I just want to pause here to describe the cinematic perfection of this next moment. What Jeff sees at first in the video is nothing. Like the camera is triggered off, something blowing in the breeze, you see a log in the background and the garden fence. And then a groundhog pops up with what appears to be a cucumber in its paws, rapidly chewing. It is staring right into the camera head-on. Takes up the whole frame. So close, you can hear it chewing. Really funny to see.

He's just got this look on his face. It was almost as if he was saying, Yeah, it's me. I'm the one eating your garden up. What are you going to do about it? What are you going to do about it? At first, when I saw it was a groundhog, I was like, Oh, they dig. I was like, I'll put the logs around. Like around the base of the fencing? Around the base, maybe that'll help. No, it And no, it didn't. And I was like, Well, let me try to get a little bit more slick. And I would put garden boundary, landscape boundary. I would put it under the ground about maybe a foot. So It would be like a wall almost underground. So even if they did dig, they'd hit the wall, right? And you'd think they would stop, right? No. They just keep digging down until they got under it and then came back out the other side like it wasn't even there. These are the of the things I was dealing with, along with seeing him in the camera every day. Every day it was, get up, drive to work, alert on phone, Groundhog.

Get up, drive to work, alert on phone, Groundhog. The only thing it changed was the image. Groundhog with one of Jeff's tomatoes, Groundhog with Zucini, Groundhog with corn. Never peppers somehow. Apparently, he didn't like peppers. He's in a Groundhog day situation with an actual Groundhog, who, if he has to admit, is cute. I said, You know what? I'm going to name you Chunk. It seemed very fitting because he was taking chunks out of the vegetables. I feel like once you name the Groundhog, you are crossing some line. I think you lost in that moment. Probably, in some senses. At some point, a female groundhog turns up. Presumably, she was Chunk's partner. Jeff names her Nibbles. But now he has two groundhogs. Weirdly, both of them would pop up on camera together facing the same direction, each eating something of his. Jeff, desperate now, has one last idea for how to get out of this endless loop. When I heard it, it seemed both adorable and completely unlikely to work. The following year, when it's time to plant the garden again, he goes out with his shovel, turns over more earth, and... I gave them their very own garden.

Oh, my God. Yeah, I literally planted on their own garden. A reporter for the website The Dodo heard about the story. The resulting video was titled, Guy builds veggy garden for a family of grout dogs, which I saw and had questions about. That's why I called Jeff in the first place. I did not see how that was going to work. Sure, now the groundhogs have their own garden that does not have some big fence around it. But wouldn't they eat their vegetables and then still break through the fencing into his like before? What's to stop them? Did the plan actually work The goal is to get them to stay out of your garden. Do they stay out of your garden? Yeah, for the most part, because you give them their own plants around that are easier for them to get to, and then you secure yours up more to where it's more effort. It's just like anyone, they're going to go for the easiest thing, the lowest hanging fruit. That's genius, I have to say. It works. You said for the most part. Well, I mean, yeah. There are times when they will still eat my vegetables, right?

But it's not as bad because they got other options. But if they somehow happen to get into my garden, which they have, especially the babies, because the babies are real small, so they can get in. Wait, babies? Oh, yeah, we have babies. How many groundhogs do you have now? Seven. I feel like you started out one place and you ended up in a very different one. Very. I embraced it. Especially with seeing them in the camera, it was like it made it easy to give up. Seeing them in the camera every day It eventually won my heart over. Junk is still there. Jeff last saw him in the fall. It's probably hibernating under the shed. It's been seven years at this point. It's a great food source, which is old for a groundhog. Though they can live longer, it helps to have a reliable food source. David Kestenbaum is our show's Senior Editor. Coming up, One Man Combats the Chaos of the World on a Narrow Block in Brooklyn, week after week, every Tuesday and Thursday. That's in a Minute, Chicago Bubble That theme. Today's show, Fiasco. Today on our program, 24 Hours at the Golden Apple.

Today on our program, a story of Race and Politics in America, the story of Harold Washington. What's this American Life? I'm Eric Glass. Today's program, Groundhog Day. Have you ever had a day that just seems to repeat again and again? It's Just American Life, Myra Glass. Each news, a step-by-step look at what exactly happened during the subprime mortgage crisis. I'm Eric Glass. It's This American Life, the radio program that dares to ask the question. It's American Life, Myro Glass. Today's program, The Long Fuse. I have forgotten about that on a long fuse. Doing this theme this week, I have to admit, made me really think about what it feels like to do our program week after week, 853 times. This is our 853rd episode. It does feel very different making the show for the 150 third time than it did at the very beginning. Definitely, there is a sameness to doing things again and again every week that is not entirely pleasant. But, of course, while the process of making a show is always the same, the content of the show changes so much. There's just something about, I don't know how to put this, creating the little dream that radio can be.

I don't know, it just gets to me when the music filters. Thank you for that. Everything you say just sounds smarter when you're saying it over music. Just making all the little parts of the show perfect, or at least as obsessively perfect as you can make it. It's just so easy to get lost in that, even on the 853rd time. Act 4, Heart of Parkness. People who are in cars in certain cities really are just asking for pain. Certain cities are not set up for them and deliver regular, repeated punishment to car owners. Valarie Kippness's hometown definitely does that on a schedule that's literally posted on signs. Growing up in New York, you get used to the fact that for a few days every week, your street becomes total chaos. That's because the street cleaning truck is scheduled come through. The first day, you can't park on the left-hand side, so the sweeper can drive down that way. The second day, you can't park on the right. And it's not like there are empty spaces on other blocks you can move your car to. So all over New York, what people do on street cleaning day, is double park.

They move their car so it's sitting next to the row of parked cars on the other side. And then they just leave their cars there, double parked, unattended in the middle of the street for one and a a half hour, making room for the street cleaner to sweep next to the curb where their car had just sat. 8 million people, and this is the system we use. A few years ago, I moved to a new neighborhood where the situation is even more intense. The street I live on now is incredibly narrow, just under 25 feet across. I know because I measured, which means that if you don't double park perfectly, very close to the row of already parked cars, you end up blocking all traffic. No cars, no street cleaner can get through. If one neighbor doesn't come out and move their car, that can block all traffic, too. But this new street I live on also came with something I'd never seen before. A guy who He twice a week has made it his job to try to make this all run smoothly. His persistence, his dedication to this thankless job has always puzzled me.

So I went out with him on a Thursday this fall. His name is David in his 50s, a former Marine, and as it happens, my landlord. It's a few minutes before 11: 30 when the whole thing begins on our street. David's wearing his usual uniform of a crisp, gray cotton T-shirt in basketball shorts. 11: 30, just get in your cars, double park them, and everything works like a charm. Brandon, how are you? They're going to be moving their cars now. You hear me? Like I'm becoming like. A blabbermouth. But… David always worries he's coming on too strong. Yeah, so he's moving now. The guy in the white car is moving. Bob's moving. You'll all be able to put your cars right down there. His goal this morning is to get everyone on the left side neatly double parking down the middle of our street. To do this, he tries to know everyone on the block. Which cars belong to who? Who tends to run late? Who runs early? Who's new around here? Who needs a reminder? Let me read you some of our most recent text. Hey, Valarie, it's time for the car. Hey, Valarie, is that your car across the street?

Hey, Valarie, don't forget about the car. Today, I'm on time. You know what? You should go right between there. Well, this guy's going to leave right now. I think so. Yeah, he's waiting for his wife. But you go right behind James? Okay. Where are you going to pull up? I'm going to see what I got to do. David's got a black Grand Cherokee Jeep. It's about midway up the block. Because I'm going to either pull up on the sidewalk right here, tell him to move in, or whatever it is. Oh, no. The honking started. Yeah, you're going to have to. All right. I'm moving my car. He spots James, our neighbor, who just walked out of his house. How are you, James? We're still moving the car. Yeah, we're walking now. We're trying to make a plan. She's going to move her car now, too, so you might as well... If you want to pull right here for now, and she's going to move, and then you could follow suit. David nods his head in the direction of my car. Like, Come on, enough with the interview. All right, I'm moving. It's a really tight parking job.

You have to get so close to the car on the other side of the street that your side view mirrors touch. Yeah, we back up. Just back up about another… I'll tell I don't want to stop. Just watch his side. Don't get… Yeah, you're good. Sometimes, when I don't do a good job, David will offer to help, grab my keys and repark the car for me. Today, I do okay. He lets it be. It's a couple of minutes past 11: 30 when all the cars are supposed to have been moved, but only a few have. A few other neighbors, one holding a toddler, the other clearly on a work call, have started coming out of their houses. David waves at them and signals for them to move their cars. We've still got time before the street sweeper comes. What are you going to do? I got to sit in the car. Okay, I'm going to sit with you then. We climb in. He double parks. Before David started doing this job, when he was still just a kid growing up on the block, someone else did it. He was a local legend, a guy named Eddie.

Like years ago, Eddie the mayor. We called him the mayor. We were kids, and we used to sit there and just watch him. It's out of his mind. One old Timer on the block told me, Hey, don't make a hero out of Eddie. Apparently, he was a complicated guy, would sit in a lawn chair in the street so that cars couldn't get through, once laid down in the road to save a parking spot for his daughter-in-law. But still, he kept things in order. Like the chess master, you go You go there, you go here. When you go in there, you're going to make it easier for him to pull over there. He's going to come out now, he's going to pull behind you, and everything works. Oh, I know someone who does something just like that, David. Yeah, I know. I became that person. Actually, it wasn't like David just became that person. When Eddie got old, he actually passed the mantle to David. Years ago, he goes, David, you took the helm. But it's gotten harder. When Eddie was the street parking conductor, most houses had one car, and the neighbors all knew each other well.

We're all on board with this parking system. They've grabbed the keys and moved the car for one another. But recently, this block has really changed. Something like a quarter of the houses have been sold to new folks. It used to be a blue collar Italian neighborhood. Now, it's got people with enough money to throw millions of dollars into buying and gut renovating entire brownstones. On street cleaning day, the new people seem happy to leave their cars and get a ticket. Also, because of their renovations, there are constantly trucks parked on the street which take up space in this game of parking Tetris. Michelle, one of our neighbors, walks past us looking frustrated. David points to her and shakes his head. Michelle, she's looking for a double park spot now. She lives on the block. It's ridiculous. Michelle can't double park her car because there's a Tesla in front of her that hasn't moved in a couple of weeks. And there's a construction dumpster behind her. As she pulls into the spot in the middle lane that's across from where she is right now, she'll block the entire street. This stuff happens all the time. And David knows how he sounds saying this, like some old guy at the park feeding the pigeons and complaining.

His words, not mine. But it really didn't use to be this way. Parking is we grew up a certain way. We learned a certain way to how to handle yourself and to be courteous, look out for your family, your neighbors. Everybody on your block was like family. Okay, and now what is it? What is it now? I'm trying to think of a It's empty. Empty. God forbid, there's an ambulance that's coming up. A fire truck, if there's a fire, you're just causing such... You never know who has someone sick, who has an infant in their car that has to get home, who has appointments, serious stuff. You You never know who's having a bad day. In the last two years, David's had five family members die. Three of them lived here with David in this house on this block. He took care of them, and it was a lot. Whether it's a nursing home, whether it's hospice, whether it's changing bandages or the oxygen machine, changing the water, making sure there's water in the cup, bed sores, doctors, back and forth to the hospital, watching somebody die. I I just think that there's like, you are taking care of so much.

Yes, you are, David. You're taking care of... Okay, you were taking care of Joan. You had your dad. Now you got your mom. You're taking care of the house. I am, Phil, yeah. You're at Phil? It's just... Listen. Wait, but wait. Let me finish. I think there's so much things that are happening in the house. I feel like I live in it, so I see it. A lot of stuff is out of your control. But this parking thing, you're like, Can we just get this right? Can you just- Notice it's just something It's something that's not hard. It's a neighborhood thing. It's a block thing. Just do the right thing, and everything falls into place. 11: 45. We get out of the car to check on how the parking is going down the block, and immediately it's clear there's a problem. There's a truck that can't get through with a growing line of cars behind it. No way the street cleaner is going to make it through here. It's three quarters of a block long. It's actually chaos. I'm looking right now, the parking... Now everyone's going to start honking. There's cars backed up around the corner.

Let's see, you have about 30 cars. The problem On our block, a construction crew has left a barricade of giant plastic orange traffic barriers in the street to hold space for their dump truck. The barriers are on the street cleaning side by the sidewalk, and near them, in the middle of the street, someone has parked their car. No name, no number on the dashboard. There's no room for anyone to squeeze through. You know, this is crazy. It's crazy. Now it's taking a free spot. Now it's taking a free spot. For a split moment, David isn't sure what to do. Then, a couple of their old timers, our neighbor Bob and this guy, Kenny, approach him, and they huddle off to the side. I look at them and back to the street. Any minute now, and the honking will start. The chaos will ensue. It it's tense. The three of them consider their options. I don't think they're usually filled up with water. Yeah, I know. They're great. Are they? Well, there's some water in it because they're not light. If they were totally filled with water, it would weigh it up. Meaning the barriers are going to be super heavy, like hundreds of pounds.

But they got to try to do something anyway. So the three of them go over to the barriers, which are too heavy to lift, and try to drag them off the road. They're locked into each other. I put them in on as one. Now we're talking war. Hi, baby. David, that looks pretty heavy. It's got to be. This is constructive vandalism. We're helping each other. How are you? This is constructive vandalism. We're helping each other. How are you? We're helping each other. It takes a while, but they managed to drag the barriers next to the lawn of the house undergoing construction. We have enough space. We have enough street there for one car. The truck is able to get through. The line of cars finally starts to move. And then, after them, comes a street sweeper. Sweet, sweet victory. It swerves around the unmoved Tesla and the three other cars that no one cared to move, but makes it through nonetheless. There's no celebration, no moment of victory. David heads out to pick up his mom's meds. Then he comes back to feed the birds because he actually does that. In a bit, David gets in his car and moves it back to the left side of the road, checks to make sure Ivory parked mine correctly, that the others have, too.

The barriers will reappear year overnight, except this time, they'll take up more space. David, Bob, and Kenny will push them to the sidewalk again. And then again, the Tesla won't move, the neighbors will be late. Every week, the cycle will repeat itself. This little universe will break apart, and David will put it back together again. Valarie Kidness is a producer on our show. Act 5. It's been a hard year's night, and I've been working like a hog. So Bunkster Honey Phil is not the only groundhog who gets drafted into annual Groundhog Day ceremonies around the country. There's actually a website, groundhogday. Com, that lists over three dozen of these poor critters around the United States and Canada. There's French Creek Freddie in West Virginia, Woody the Woodchuck in Michigan. There's a Groundhog in New York City at the Staten Island Zoo. In New York in the past, the city's mayor used to be part of the Groundhog Ceremony until 2015, after Bill De Blasio dropped a Groundhog. He died later that same week. The current mayor, Eric Adams, is a well-known rodent hater who launched a war on the city's rats, and he has never shown up in person to the ceremony.

As a man who runs the city, he could use his powers to try to shut down the Groundhog Day ceremony on Staten Island once and for all. There's somebody out there who would like that very much. We are pleased to bring her to you now. This is a This American Life exclusive. She's a resident of New York, specifically Staten Island, more specifically, the zoo. Dear Mayor Adams, I'm the Groundhog. My name is Susan. I'm nine years old. I have 48 children. None of them are potty trained. All of them need braces. Their fathers are always digging and never helping. All eight of my nipples are unrecognizable. I haven't ever taken a shower, and I'm at the end of my goddamn rope. You call it Groundhog Day, but have you ever considered what I, the Groundhog, actually want? Do you even know who I am besides some nameless creature you can foist in the air for a photo op? Do you have any idea what I sacrifice for you all? Because when I think about it, from the time I turned two and started having litters of tiny hairless babies, I have been expected every year to decide the fate of the northern hemisphere, of the planet.

And, not that you have time to and look it up between all your various staged perp walks, but I'm supposed to hibernate from October to April. From October to April. That's when the rest of my family sleeps, and it's supposed to be when I am finally able to get some rest. Those months, I'm supposed to be out cold, like you, one Valium deep in a lay flat business class seat on Turkish Airlines. Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to be me? 48 children, and they all co-sleep, judge me, so I'm kicked by 192 tiny feet all night, every night. And yet, the first week of February, you You and your mayor friends are going to yank me out of my borough because, surprise, nobody knows how to do anything for five goddamn months without waking up Mom. Will there be six more weeks of winter? Did you see your shadow? Yeah. I see my shadow every time I look in a mirror because I am a shadow of my former self. They never even ask me if I saw it. They just I would presume whether or not I saw my shadow based on whether I wrinkle my snout at the ground.

This whole holiday, which is supposed to be about me, is predicated on a group of mouth breathing men in top hats, deciding whether or not I was capable of seeing my own shadow. And then they hold me up and shout in my face and then blind me with flash bulbs, but I don't feel seen at all. And I never get an apology. And I never get a thank you. And by the way, I want everyone to stop calling me a groundhog. A groundhog? That's not even a species. It's an insult. It's calling me dirt pig. Did you know in Canada, I'm called a marmot? That's dignified, that's chic, that's après-ski. Okay, I hear myself. I know how I sound. I sound exactly like my mother and her mother before her. I come from a proud line of groundhogs who have done this job year after year, and I'm not here to complain. No. Whatever I say, I know it's not going to make a difference. It doesn't matter. I can play my role. I can smile and go through the motions, and for one February morning, let you have a moment of pure escapism. However, dumb and degrading and exhausting as it is for me.

So go ahead. Play the trombones, unfurl your little scroll, and have your weird rodent fortune-telling pageant. Because need it. So send in the clown. And when you lift me, your groundhog, high into the air, I will look into the crowd and see your vulnerable, yearning human faces staring back at me. Standing out in the cold, just desperate to see something that breaks up the gray monotony of your repetitive lives. Trudging in your little puffer jackets, staring at your phones to go sit at a desk and eat a salad every day. And then you look up and there I am, the Groundhog. When you cheer for me, you are cheering for your own hope that if this ridiculous tradition can endure, maybe you can, too. May it be a happy Groundhog Day for us all. Sincerely, Susan Hogg Kaplaowitz. Susan Hogg Kaplaowitz's letter to Mayor Adams was written and read by Bess Kalb. She writes books and other funny stuff. Her newsletter, which you can find on Substack, is the Grudge Report. Well, our money goes out, the bill's come in. Round and round, we go again. I come close, but I never win. I'm stuck on the tripmill.

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When you go in there, you're going to make it easier for him to pull over there. He's going to come out now, he's going to pull behind you, and everything works. I'm Aaron Glass. Back next week, there's more stories of this American life..