Over at our lake at 6:30 this fine Sunday morning… It was such a perfect day that there were already six cars in the little parking lot, up the hill and, eventually, a dozen boats on the water. Such a great day, and such a terrific sport. For once I was not the oldest guy around. One guy is 84 and he is in better shape and a better rower than I. Although for the same reasons: he is a bit of an exercise nut and it shows. Nice guy. My pal Blake and I did a loop, then off to a 1950’s-looking breakfast place with the best blueberry pancakes in the civilized world. Not a bad day.