Bergen. Winter. Rain. Snow. Rain. The rain could not melt the packed snow away. It could only turn it into the slickest ice. I tried to balance in the wind, but the wind caught my coat and I felt myself being pushed along - no way to stop, nothing to hold on to. I need ice cleats, I thought, as I finally reached the safety of cleared pavement, and my brief moment of panic was over. I made it safely to the bus stop by our mall for my errand to the post office. I had just missed a bus, as luck would have it. As I waited for the next one, one senior citizen after another came to the stop, and soon they were discussing cleats. One was wearing the sports model , one that lets you jog in ice and snow. I listened to their discussion, noticed the brand name, noted the comment about size necessary, and noted which store sold them. I got all the information I needed to get ice cleats. I kept company with one of the women since she too was going to the post office. We also waited for th