Actually I think many places have their own groundhogs and may not have heard about Wiarton Willy (but I have, naturally).
Mmmm.... depends on what you mean.
"My town" is officially and always will be St. Petersburg, Russia. I've no reservation in saying I love that city, and, at any realistic opportunity, I'd go and live there again. It's the most northern city in the world of over a million people (and it has 5 million); it was founded by Peter the Great in 1703 as a new Russian capital and built largely on a plan, meaning that unlike many old cities, it's not a random collection of buildings but consists of carefully-arranged ensembles. The old part of St. Petersburg is officially recognized by UNESCO as a World Heritage Site. Lots of history; lots of museums too, not the least the infamous Hermitage, the largest museum in the world.
I'm currently out in the Aylmer sector of Gatineau, Quebec. Rather nice place without anything about it. The only thing that comes to mind is canned tomatoes and pickles called 'Aylmer' that seem to be sold throughout Eastern Ontario and Western Quebec.
Since I go to school, work, and do a lot of other stuff in Ottawa (just across the river), I tend to just say I'm from Ottawa, though.
Before that I lived for 6 years in Welland, Ontario. You might've heard of the Welland Canal, the major shipping channel which bypasses the Niagara Falls between Lake Erie and Lake Ontario. Otherwise, Welland is officially the Middle of Nowhere - typical formerly-industrial small town in major decline.
Go figure?

The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…