Herald brought the toy boat with him. We took the stone path towards Jenny Lynn. I could tell it was Jenny Lynn even though her light green paint had peeled and the letters along the arch had faded to light gray. I told my family the story of Jenny Lynn. My son said with joy in his eyes, “Dad, can we take Jenny for a ride?” I didn't want to disappoint my enthusiastic son, but Jenny was in bad shape and didn't seem to want to escape. I said, “Jenny is very old and in bad shape. I'll try to run it tomorrow but I can't promise we'll be able to ride