Funny what a little walking will get you

Plenty of snow coming down, maybe followed by rain but it's getting harder to write about when I've used up all the snow cliches I know. At least yesterday we were sun drenched for a change. I had walked across intown Portland to have lunch at The Crooked Mile Cafe, a terrifically eclectic sandwich-salad shop in the Old Port. Lately my favorite has been the Buffalo Chicken Wrap with crumbled blue cheese, carrots and tomato with mixed greens and balsamic vinaigrette. Comes with a small bag of chips and I added a large black dark roast coffee. Always worth the stroll, under $10. With a happy belly I retrace my steps back to the office and cross paths with one of the young engineers I work with, Ken, a husky built guy with a face reminiscent of a 14 year old, who tells me he'd taken a sick day to take his 3 year old asthmatic son to the doctor for a check up. In response to my questions about how a 3 year old deals with asthma he tells me about the medicinal routine he and his wife go through to deliver relief to someone so young and susceptible to pneumonia. Still, the little guy is like any kid that age and just wants to play, watch kids movies and be with Mom and Dad. If there is one thing I've learn through stories like this, kids are very resilient.