Bike riding to the store has its limitations By January of last year I felt like I was really quite adjusted to living in Hannover. On a chilly January day two friends and I met to walk together and then get a few things at the grocery store. We planned to then take the tram back home. It was a lovely, brisk walk. Two Americans and a German who lived in the US for five years have much to talk about. Soon we were at the store doing our shopping. In between the produce and the dairy section, I saw my neighbor, Frau K . . K . .. what was her name? I simply couldn’t remember, although I had seen her a number of times and had chatted with her husband. She was in her late 70s, a tall woman with excellent posture and silvery white hair. I got up enough nerve to say, “Guten Tag.” On earlier occasions when I had talked with my neighbor and her husband, it was her husband who was always the friendly one, with English that he le...