It was a Thursday morning in August and Will Wallace and I were sitting on a little lake in the metropolitan Twin Cities. The lake is 10 miles from the capitol in St. Paul but it’s tucked away: clear water, spring fed, no jet skis or bass boats. Will and I are unlikely fishing partners. He’s 49, I’m 81. He’s a former Gangster Disciple who turned his life around. I’m a former reporter and editor who’s heading down the home stretch. I’m retired. Will’s working some six day