We first met Jeremiah “Jerry” Gumbs (we used called him “Mr. Gumbs” out of reverence) when we were married in ’91 and celebrated for two glorious weeks in Anguilla and St. Barts in the Caribbean (our longest vacation at the time for our jobs in S.F.). Gumbs told wonderful stories about Anguilla’s past. In 1967 he went before the United Nations to support Anguilla’s independence from the associated state of St. Kitts-Nevis-Anguilla — a “revolution” that fell short. Gumbs enjoyed what he called his daily “sea baths” in beautiful Rendezvous Bay, where he opened the island’s first beach hotel in 1962. (I’ve never seen water that clear, except at Lake Tahoe). Gumbs told us he figured Anguilla would be preserved from an onslaught of tourism, because its airport was too small to handle big jetliners like neighboring St. Maartin. We’ve returned twice since then. Mr. Gumbs passed on in 2004, and we’re wishing the best to his son Alan and daughter-in-law Lisa at the Rendezvous Bay Hotel in the wake of Hurricane Irma. Mr. Gumbs obit in the New York Times is here.