On a Tuesday night in January an inch of snow fell, coating the roads and sidewalks and buildings with soggy powder. Having nothing else to do my wife and I trudged out into the Portland Winter Wonderland. It was midnight. Some people were building snowmen in the street. Others walked, head down, perhaps mourning a lost love. We put harsh, fresh footprints on the fresh slush. Walking to the corner an old Mopar sat at the stoplight.