This weekend past, we fled the barren and wintry north to pay my mother a visit in sunny South Florida. Mom's been snowbirding her way down to Naples for three years now and Beth and I are currently following an every-other-year visitation plan. It's a relaxing change of pace for us — chatting with my mom, walking through the mangrove forests and along the beaches of Naples in between sessions of stuffing ourselves with rich food. Granted if mom wasn't there, Naples wouldn't be our scene — it's a little too opulent for our tastes. But then again, we didn't go there for the scene. The important thing is that mom enjoys hereself down there we got to see her enjoyment first hand. It was a good visit.