First measurable snow, home

Today's the day we celebrate the life of Martin Luther King Jr., and over the years, the more I've learned about him, the more I've been convinced that he was truly a great human being... and definitely someone we could use in these very troubled times characterized by politicians who are, let us say, somewhat lacking in vision, humanity, and competence. I won't name names, but I suspect readers will know whom I'm directing that assessment towards. I'll stop there, except to say that in the lead-up to the MLK celebration, the words of the famous "I have a dream" speech ring in my head, particularly the immortal last lines "Free at last... Thank God almighty, we're free at last..." When I walked outside this morning—a bitterly cold one—and saw the unexpected white blanket that had descended last night, I laughed and amended the speech: "Snow at last... thanks God, for snow at last." And thank you, Martin. We're not there yet, I know, but at least some of us are trying.