Dr G took her and her banjo sailing on the Golden Vanity. A squall came up! Dr. Guthrie felt he was about to lose his cookies; he reached for a bottle of wine to calm his gale-tossed stomach. What he wanted was Sherry, but any port in the storm would have to do. "L'Chaim, " he said. "Whatever," replied she, as she strummed the old banjo.