WHAT’S IN A NAME?
“It already has a name, you know.”
I tell this to my husband, Steve, after, sight unseen, we buy a Land Rover Defender 110 from a couple driving through Africa.
We’ll pick it up in Ethiopia and drive it back to our current home in Botswana. There are so many logistics to figure out; so many real issues to take care of.
But I’m focused on the name.
The Landy comes with a name already, in fact. Her current drivers call her Henrietta. The drivers before that called her Harvey.
But for us, she’s Toto.
Sometimes, in bouts of impromptu celebration, we blast Toto’s “Africa” and dance around our flat—overwhelmed with the joy of
