We moved Mom into a nice, assisted-living facility close to my home this week. She spent her first night there last night. At 87, she's still spry and sharp. But we were always worried that she had to go up and down three concrete steps to get in and out of her apartment. Now she'll have staff to keep an eye on her. And she's living along my regular route for my daily walks. She's done remarkably well for herself for almost 36 years without Dad. Now it's time for a little extra TLC for her. Now for your Weekend Wild Card ...