My name is Harrison Parker, and my life is in the dumpster. I made an offhand comment to my bartender that if I could go back, I'd make different choices. "If you could go back, what date would you pick?" The Pritty bartender asked. Without hesitation I knew: "Agust 25,1983." She sits a slightly glowing drink in front of me. I reached for it and she stopped me. "Be sure, Master Chief Parker. If...