Editor’s Note: In September, 1990, Bobby Gay and Jack Lynch invited Cathy, Andy, Pat and me out for a Fox River excursion on their houseboat.  Out of the mooring, under the bridge and into the mainstream we went and before long the motorboats, water skiiers and surf board riders were passing us on either side.  Frank grilled hamburgers on the boat’s grill for lunch, Bobby Gay chatted with Cathy, Andy drove the boat, and Pat stuck out his tongue in mock unhappiness.