I could help row, but forget it! — There I was at McConkey’s Tavern drinking whiskey, minding my own damn business when out of the corner of my eye I saw a bunch of men in uniforms approach me. They were all nice-like and said, “Hey, Rick, you look strong. Wanna go on a boat ride?” In retrospect, it was an odd way to frame a party invitation, but what did I know? …