The Perils of Being Mr. Clean
he guy seemed normal enough at the time. (We’ll call him “Dave”.) Dave was in his early 50s with a wife and kids, and a career in the financial industry. It was the spring of 2015 and I was backing my convertible into my slip for another season on the Great Lakes. His boat, a beautiful modern yacht, was tied up in the slip behind, I thought to myself.
