Discovering the joy of masters rowing I grew up in Philly, the kind of place where Boathouse Row lights up the river like a string of Christmas lights all year long. But rowing? With my economic background, wanting to row would have been like asking my parents for a pony. It never even occurred to me to want it. Rowing was something other people did. Later, I went to Georgetown, where the Potomac glittered with shells slicing the water at dawn. The rowers were headed out as we theater kids...