The weather grayed, snowed and blowed a nor'easter as I began my daily walk. Nor'easters make the trip, a two mile walk, to the coffee uncomfortable. Returning, the wind blows at my back and pushes me home quicker.

I stopped at the closer coffee shop, the Amazing Grace Bakery, today, because they have a more generous supply of napkins table-side than Caribou. Besides the shorter walk, let me honor Grace today. Minnesota has long lost its herd of wild caribou but, I like to think, has an abundant portion of Grace. Minnesota has more Progressives than average which might account for the greater Grace. (Just sayin … )

My eyes watered and my nose ran as I entered the busy place. I would definitely need napkins. The young fellow wanting my order looked at me funny as I told him my eyes needed to clear before I could read the menu and choose a sandwich. (Have I become a rheumy-eyed, gray bearded old codger to the under thirty set?)

I fingered my newish iPhone to look appropriately geeky. I tapped out a message to my son (he only responds to Messages; no calls nor emails) to bring a couple frozen pizzas to heat when he comes to stay the night later. (I'll reimburse him, of course.) He's still in the under thirty set for a few years; just barely young enough to still be on my insurance plan under the new enlightened Obama care rules. So maybe I’ll ask him about my grey-beard-rheumy-eyed status.

Since I enjoyed a wind at my back, I walked to the Lake. The nor'easter had her so riled up she was spitting enough spray to enameled the Lakewalk with ice.

On the way home I considered which of young men action adventures I could stream for the two of us this winter evening.