The Retired Cop

Case #57 - re The People vs "Mr. Smith"  ( Who says shit floats? )   ( "Mr Smith" has requested I keep his identity anonymous.  Cry baby.)      Every year, the guys would get together for a 3-4 day river trip. I sometimes referred to these as "Gay old times on the river", because no women were allowed and the guys who went frequently wandered around, our secluded little camp, bare-ass naked. You never knew who you’d see walking around in the raw. It might be a guy with a 48” chest and a 32” waist, or a guy with a 48” waist and a 32” chest. That’s why we all stayed drunk, nobody wanted to remember the things we saw, and it’s why the smart ones didn’t wear sunglasses during the day. It gave you an excuse to keep your eyes closed and when you did have to open them, you could squint, so you'd see as little as possible.      One of the many river trip rituals was to take all the boats out into the middle of the river late at night, tie them together a