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In honor of the movie “Groundhog Day”—and the holiday it was inspired by—if you had to repeat a day over again, what would it be and why?

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Published: February 3, 2011

  • En route to the Grand Canyon, in a tour van filled with strangers, we stopped for breakfast at McDonalds. I opted for the Egg McMuffin™. Later that day, as I was spilling my innards over the edge of the natural wonder—and at every rest stop on the five-hour drive home—I couldn’t help but think to myself, “I should’ve gotten the hash browns.”

    Bob Wilder
    Designer
    University Communications

  • I would repeat my wedding day because it was pretty much a day of one catastrophe after another—rain storm, power outage, bridal party getting lost on the way to the church—but it was still the most fun I’ve ever had because all the people that mean so much to me were all there!


    Ann Marie Landel
    Customer Support Analyst
    Academic Services

  • My commencement day from UB in May 2009, but not for the obvious reasons. Instead of having the ceremony on the Hayes Lawn in the shadows of the picturesque clock tower, everyone squeezed into the lecture hall in Diefendorf after the enormous tent blew down in the gusting winds outside. Although it made for a memorable afternoon, it would be great to repeat it on a day with calm weather and not have to graduate in the same room I struggled through history class!

    Robert Sugar
    Architecture Staff Assistant
    Capital Planning Group

  • My brother bought a sailboat thinking it would be a nice way to get the family together. It was a fantastic summer morning, so we decided to sail to Crystal Beach. We didn’t put up the sails right away. My Dad, who naturally was chosen the captain of our boat, was using the little outboard motor to move us to the beach. We all wanted to put up the sails since it was a sailboat! The sails went up, the wind picked up and the waves got bigger as we approached the shore. We came in so fast that the center board got stuck in the sand and the waves were turning us like a top. Panic set in; somebody threw the anchor, even though we were already stuck. Dad tried to take down the sails and tore them to shreds. Mom was frantically turning the level to get the center board up and screaming for us to get the baby, which surprised us all since there wasn’t any baby on board. It did, however, get everyone on the beach searching for an infant in the water. And my brother was reciting Walt Whitman’s “O Captain, My Captain” to my Dad during all this. Everything turned out well, and we are now part of the folk lore of Crystal Beach.

    Kathy Twist
    Head Women’s Tennis Coach and Lecturer
    Division of Athletics

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