Because H, A, and sweet B are headed to northern New England next year, probably for good, we’ve been thinking about establishing a nearby presence ourselves, somewhere in Vermont or New Hampshire. We’ve long thought that when we did, we’d park ourselves near a lake and buy a small boat—something like a Wayfarer—

and begin to do some regular sailing, something we enjoy, but haven’t had a chance to do much of.

Thirty years ago there was a popular song called “Taking a Trip Up to Abergavenny.” One of us consistently misheard the lyric. This is why, if we do get that boat, it will be named “Africa Benny.”