Not long ago, a friend offered to take me for a float.
Now, I’ll be honest. For most of my life, going for a float has meant one of two things. One is a dollop of ice cream served in soda, typically at an establishment that only has outdoor seating. The other involves getting some friends, some inner tubes and some reasonably priced domestic lagers, and heading up to a body of water like the Peace River for a day...