Feverishly spring

While my mother was enduring her dentist appointment, I walked over to the big Asian supermarket a few blocks away. It's always diverting to check on the variety of live shellfish they display, such as abalone from Maui, enormous geoduck clams, and at least six kinds of oysters this time. While hunting for some strange yet tasty rice crackers we had at a friend's house, I started noticing the numerous elderly couple in which the men were Caucasian and the women were Asian-American. In every case the women led the way, with their partners managing the shopping cast, and in once instance, pushing the woman in a wheel chair and dragging along the cart. They seemed to confer a good deal in quiet tones as they hunted down the shopping list items.
Too warm for jackets...