"I'll bet that's tiring," said Sylvia, clucking honest sympathy. "I thought the same thing. I mean I know I said I love seeing you fly, but goodness, it'd be like walking and eating dinner for us."

"Walking fast. Running even," added Carlos.

"I'm Sylvia, by the way. We live here year 'round. Where are you from?"

"Carlos. We--the wife and I--are always on the move. Summer up here, then we take our time heading south. Spend some time in the Carolinas, New Orleans and try to hit Acapulco for the winter."