" So,” said Toby, as he topped off a large castle, “did you hear about the dying man named Al who wanted a city named after him?” “No,” I replied, smiling. “Well, this guy Al knows he hasn’t got much time left, so he says to his friend, ‘Promise me they’ll name a city after me.’ And his friend says, ‘I promise, Al.’ And Al says, ‘Will it be big?’ and the friend says, ‘Sure will, Al,’ and Al says, ‘Will it be pretty?’ and the friend says, ‘Count on it, Al.’” “They named a city Al?” I interrupted. Toby grinned and went right on. “And Al says, ‘And you promise it’ll be named after me?’ and the friend says, ‘You betcha, Mr. Buquerque.’ Get it?” said Toby. “The guy’s name was Al Buquerque? Albuquerque? As in New Mexico? "

― Ann M. Martin , Boy-Crazy Stacey (The Baby-Sitters Club, #8)