(Part Two) As The Boat With No Name sailed away from us forever in July 2018, Laura and I watched, sadly, and then with alarm as it entered the “slot” of fierce wind sucked off the ocean into San Francisco Bay through a constricted throat called The Gate. “Surely Jon remembers our warning not to put up all the sails until he is past it,” Laura said. We had told him how we made that mistake when we were young and nearly lost the boat. It was one of many warnings and advisories we overloaded the new owner with in …