You can't fool me I know better 30 some years of Cleveland winters teach you a thing or two. Spring flowers poke up their heads. Those fools. Lake Erie's fickle nature will soon dash your pretty heads with a foot of snow and slush. Trust in your instincts and those feelings in your bones pack up your sweaters if you must Punxsutawney may not have seen his shadow but we still have more winter to come.