I never once thought I’d find myself on a duck boat. I’ve seen them in Seattle and New Orleans, and heard absurd quacking emanating from them. But you know what? Not only did I get on one at the ungodly hour of nine in the morning but I quacked. That’s right, I honked with the rest of the crowd and I loved it. I liked it because you learn so many interesting facts about the city. In this case it was JFK’s favorite restaurant and his apartment on the side for any naughty affairs he may (or may not) have