This is George, a guest who was there the same week I was. Or maybe it’s Rick. They’re identical twins, so you never know. According to them, even their former girlfriends (and current wives?), teachers, and one jail warden couldn’t tell the difference. But on the river, you can always distinguish: George is the one standing two feet from Rick’s ear, barking, “Set the hook! Strip in the line! Cast it farther!” They live next door to each other in Cincinnati. I’m crashing their Christmas dinner.