Yes, that would be a reference to my favorite place in the world: lovely Nantucket. (With some license taken.) I suppose to be more precise we could give her the full name of : Longitude -70.1 Latitude 41.3, and consider Lola 41 a nickname.
The same old, same old since we wandered up North of the Mason Dixon line in 1993 just gets better every year. Fine restaurants with neck-breakingly tall eastern european hostesses who could freeze out the most imperious of their Parisian counterparts, gorgeous and wonderfully lonely ocean beaches — I suppose the name “Fat Ladies’ Beach” is not exactly a tourist draw, and yet it’s got the same surf as nearby jam-packed hep-sounding Cisco! Lovely cobblestoned streets slow up everybody not already downshifting into low, happy gear, and gifted children’s book authors with colorful (and real) Nantucket-born names speak to their young fans at the local library while college students soak up the free wi-fi on the front steps. Breaking the amazingly hospitable family’s house rules by sneaking out of the girls’ “dorms” and squeezing into the bunk bed with the husband after a night watching the meteor shower at Jetties Beach while the Boston Pops with Keith Lockhart play along with Tim Russert and Bernadette Peters until the usual big finish with fireworks to the 1812 Overture. And on the last day, the big breakfast to last through the decompression of the ferry ride.
Something says that Lola 41 might just be the ticket. I’ll have to see what 41 indicates in terms of Chinese numerology.