SNOW DAYS—MUFFLED, TUCKED-IN, NO-CAN-DO DAYS—drove me stir-crazy when I shifted to fulltime residence in Nowheresville three years ago. I wasn’t ready for the country; I resisted the surrender that forces bigger than myself imposed on me. Now days like we had here again this week are among the sweetest, because I get stranded, delightedly so. And I have a new old song to help me revel in my peaceful powerlessness. Come listen?