I knew she was in Erie, but for some reason I thought that was in Ohio. Apparently I'm in denial about that short stretch of PA on I-80. I've been through Erie a couple times -- once to stay in a crappy hotel on a trip back from the east coast, another time to stop at a Schlotzky's for lunch.
I'm getting forgetful in my old age. It's not like your mother ever let you visit.
My dad always used to ask me how old I was now, and guess a year or two off or ask me which day was my birthday. Used to piss me off . . . one day I realized he was messing with me.