A Taste of China

Last night Kevin and I went over to babysit Logan. [Side note: he is definitely one of the most amiable kids I've ever dealt with.] We decided to take Logan on a little walk before dinner [Little walk turned into 1 and 1/2 hours. Big blocks, small steps, and stopping to examine fire hydrants, flags, berries, leaves, and dozens of cars] The Brennans live in a town that is mostly Chinese. Katrina said they went to a park nearby and it was full of Chinese old people doing exercises. :)
As we were walking with Logan, we saw an old Chinese woman with a cane walking down the street alone. That was sad, her being all alone. That wouldn't happen in China. Later we passed a couple pushing their mother down the street in a wheelchair. That was more like it. A cute old Chinese man passed us twice. The first time, he greeted Logan in slightly broken English and said, "You are very handsome." The second time, he couldn't resist stopping to talk to Logan again, asking us questions about him. Then he gave Logan some kind of Chinese vegetable. "Take this home, ok? Take this home." It felt just like China again.
We need to find a place to eat some good Chinese food. I miss dofu.