When I was a kid we moved every year. Once, on my 8th birthday, we moved across the street by dolly - after blowing out the candles and eating a slice of Devil's Food chocolate. The next year we moved down the street. In 7th grade we moved three times. Later, with my own family we slowed the pace, moving every four years or so. In the country, we moved down the lane and used our riding mower - it was the great Riding Mower Move of 2005. This month we are moving to the houseboat next door in what may become known as the Great Shopping Cart Move of 2016. And now, as my old friend Stuart, the sailor who skippered charter boats with his young family for years likes to say, ' it's time to swallow the anchor."