I was very interested in your revolutionary garden when you first told us about it and I get your reasons for it, besides the satisfaction that comes from the delicious food planted with your own hands. We love the tomatoes we get from our tiny space. I know that my grandparents, parents and their siblings made it through The Depression because they grew most of their own food, including meat. I know they often were hungry, but they did not starve, and they shared and cared about their neighbors and vice versa. Not many people have the space these days to grow such expansive gardens, and I worry about what will become of us all when the hard times come. The government, the extremist churches and other entities have caused people to become so uncaring and cold toward others that I cannot see us coming together to help each other survive the next time.

Please do go forward with the ADP. “Tepid” is exactly the right word–the ADP needs resuscitation before it falls into a persistent vegetative state. My small one-on-one attempts to engender courage down there go into the round file. There is no reason they should listen to me–I am just a passionate Democrat with a small pocketbook, but you can reach people.
I cannot imagine a more opportune time than now for that group to rejuvenate itself, so those guys need to throw some cold water on their faces, look at what is happening right now, stiffen their spines and go for this opportunity that has landed in their laps.

(Sorry, Glynn, I know it’s your soapbox. I appreciate your letting me use it from time to time.)