James Warmington, a local developer, once told Grant that he was interested in learning to row a racing shell. "He devoted hours helping me train," says Warmington. "A few years ago, I placed second in doubles and fifth in singles in the national masters, thanks to Dave Grant. He does that for everyone, whether they're 14, 40 or 80. We've got state-of-the-art facilities and some of the finest boats in the world now, and all because of Dave." And because of benefactors like Warmington and another Newport neighbor, Joseph Thomas. Thomas watches the morning practices with a vested interest. "About 15 years ago," says Grant, "we needed half a dozen sculls. Joe bought them for us. Just like that."
Each day, after finishing his morning duties at the boathouse, Grant slips into khakis, loafers, rep tie and blazer and, a la Clark Kent, changes jobs. Until dusk and beyond he is President Grant, a title he assumed in 1990. "There are meetings upon meetings, and fund-raisers and speaking engagements," says Grant, who is unmarried. "Then I get home at night, and sometimes half the team is sprawled out in my living room, watching TV. As I drag myself across the room to bed, I mumble, 'Fine. Just pick up the chicken bones, turn off the TV and flip off the lights when you leave. See you in the morning—early.' "