About a month ago, my mom called and asked if I wanted to go to Chicago with her and her friends. It would be like last December's New York trip where we would fly stand-by and get really cheap tickets since one of Mom's friends' has a daughter who works for Southwest Airlines. I declined the trip offer because with the upcoming wedding and art show, I just have too much on my plate. Mom and the ladies left on Sunday without me. She called this morning telling me what a wonderful time they were having. Then she mentioned "the Canadian falls." Hmm, that was not ringing a bell for me, and I was doubting my geography knowledge. So I asked her if she had been by the Palmer House Hotel (where my grandfather worked as a young man back in the 20's). She paused, and said, "No, we are in Niagara Falls."
Do you know where your mother is?