If I were Queen of France for a day, I would toss aside my cumbersome gown in Paris, don my royal sweats, and summon my favorite companions to a countryside château for a game of pétanque. There, amid the vineyards,…

Gerty is resting in the Raiatea boatyard, waiting patiently for her captains to return.“Soon,” I whispered this morning. The word came out in a fog as my breath touched the cold Maine air. Then it floated upward through the autumn…