Another wild week of weather here on the Vineyard. Even though we should have known better, Violet and I drove through Five Corners. Luckily, she has an elderly Jeep with four-wheel drive and which is higher than some later models.

We had no problem but soon passed several stranded folks awaiting rescue from a very busy flatbed truck.

I heard a rumor that someone was rescued from their car in a kayak. Correct me if I’m wrong!

A couple of years ago there was a “hump” at Five Corners. Supposedly, they were doing work that was supposed to address the periodic flooding.

At any rate, Tuesday’s early morning snowfall was simply beautiful. Such a pity it lasted just a few hours.

I’m happy to report a white blooming hellebore in my perennial bed. The flowers are right at ground level so I was amazed I even noticed.

It is well worth putting in a few of the plants also known as Lenten roses. They spread like crazy and have a very long-lasting bloom period.

My friend Sharlee mentioned something this week that I’ve done before with great success. She had scraped several cobs of corn this past summer and froze several packages.

The cobs were also tossed into the freezer. Those scraped cobs can cook along for some time in a nice chicken stock. Eventually the cut corn, potatoes, bacon and milk will result in a wonderful chowder.

As long as I’m talking food: a great way to use up leftover macaroni and cheese is to hit it with a hand-held blender and a quart of, preferably, home-canned tomato juice. It will be a creamy and awesome tomato soup that gives Campbells a run for its money.

As you can see, I’m searching for some garden-related material. It’s a fruitless search.

Maybe I’ll talk about my political coming of age. On Martin Luther King Jr. Day, I re-read Dr. King’s Letter from Birmingham Jail. It’s well worth a trip into the Google.

I began thinking about Rew, Pa. in 1960 to 1965.

My folks, like most everyone in rural, small town Appalachia, were working-class Democrats coming off their love affair with JFK.

Lyndon Johnson’s passing of civil rights legislation cost the Democrats the South and my hometown.

At this time, I was about to enter college and realized I may have been dropped into my family from Mars.

It was in a freshman American history class that I learned that the Civil War was not about states’ rights but, in fact, slavery. Perhaps Nikki Haley may have benefitted from that class.

Back to the letter from the jail. One point that has stuck with me all these years is that the silence of good — moderate — people in the face of injustice should not be tolerated in a free and moral society.

Hence, I have always talked — possibly too much.