Listen: there are some husbands, I know, who would not entrust a road atlas to their wives. I am not one of them. Laura has been riding shotgun with me for twenty-two years. We have traveled extensively and almost exclusively by car. She, like me, understands that the shortest distance between two destinations is always the worst option. So we travel back roads. Blue highways. With the car windows open and the satellite radio on. Laura is such an able navigator that I have almost completely ceded this ground to her. Case in point: our trip to Bar Harbor yesterday afternoon. She got us there on roads others could not find or would not find fit for travel. And the route was beautiful. Hills, farms, blueberry fields, lakes, saltwater estuaries, everything one comes to Maine for, all on view in one long afternoon drive inland and up the coast. Not only that, she got us there in time for an afternoon swim. And for that, her children and husband worship her.