Essay by guest blogger, Jack Hecker–We had just finished a golf game and were sitting around drinking beer and lying, which is what most of us do best. I explained I would not be playing the next week because I was going to Rocky Point. You mean Mexico? Are you crazy, they asked? They’re killing people left and right down there. My response was, would you go to Phoenix or Chicago? Besides, I spent many years working in downtown Cleveland. They’re not shooting little fat, bald Americans like me…