Guacamole, Guac for short, drove us to the canoe drop in Yaphank, Long Island, on his morning commute. He had an early call at the hospital, and we got out there just as the park service unchained the gate. It was the third Jewish holiday of the month, which meant my co-worker and longtime friend Jason and I had two mid-week days with workless, bachelor status. We were on a dude's mission. The wifeys would be pecking computer keys at their desks as crystal-clear water passes underneath us, with just a sliver of fiberglass keeping us dry and afloat.